It took a good half hour into the trip before he said a word, and the conversation opened up with his history of carsickness. Nora offered to pull over and let him drive if that would help. He declined. “I’m good for now,” he said. “All the way around?” she asked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, when we first woke up down below, you were positive and upbeat.” “I was vague about everything, it was surreal. Once reality kicked in with my memory, it all hit me.” “I understand.” “And really, can we be positive and upbeat right now. This sucks, Nora. Sucks. We don’t know how long we were in stasis, it was at least a year. They didn’t tell our families we were alive. So they suffered believing we died. It’s a heavy load to carry.” “There’s a reason that we are alive.”
