XI. Refugee Ship
The familiar corridors of the Fearless Explorer had become a very strange and a very crowded place in the space of only a few hours. For every square centimetre of the ship had been stuffed with refugees and so there were kids everywhere, spilling out of rooms into the corridors.
Because Mayhew was in uniform and looked like a person of authority or maybe simply because he was an adult on a ship full of children, he was accosted with questions every couple of metres.
“What’s going on?” — “Where are we going?” — “Where are our families?” — “What are those sounds?” — “When will there be dinner?”
Mayhew tried to answer as best as he could. “Jagellowsk was too dangerous with all the quakes, so we had to evacuate you for your own safety.” — “We’re going to a planet called J
