Edan Osborne

A flash of light illuminated the dark corridor, before a concealed door opened in the wood panelling to reveal a dusty and bedraggled-looking Dr. Asbjørn.

cough cough “Finally, a jumpstation that isn't sealed off! Now, where exactly am I?”, they said to themself.

After teleporting around the ESC for the past few hours, and finding every other jumpstation either blocked off or welded shut, Dr. Quill Asbjørn had run out of familiar lab numbers to enter into the punchcards and started drawing patterns. They had finally found an exit, but they were now completely lost and in desperate need of a solpadeine.

“Hello?”, they called out. As if in response, a series gas lights screwed into the walls ignited, bathing the corridor in a golden light — just bright enough for them to read their watch.

Seeing no signs of life, Quill climbed back inside the Jumpstation with the intention of returning to Lab 2319 and walking back to Lab 273½, only to find the tray of punchcards was empty.

“Fuck”, they thought to themself. “Why did I think this was a good idea?”

They tapped their pockets, but it seemed that their phone had fallen out, probably in another Jumpstation; and so Quill began the long walk down the corridor...