I spent the entire night wondering what to do. I couldn't just hitch a ride on the next spaceship headed for deep space and Ellison, but I couldn't stay on a haunted ship either.
If I demanded to be dropped off on the nearest planet, I risked being caught by the police. Then Ellison would be left in the incapable hands of the Ringers, who would rather think she turned traitor and sailed rather than investigate why her telecom was switched off.
As long as I had my iron, I'd be safer here. If I didn't swallow any and let it rest on my tongue, it would last longer.
Besides, Moon had said the Vicio was heading in the same direction as Ellison. If I somehow got lucky for once, maybe we'd pass right by her ship, and I could see if there was any sort of structural damage to it or if we could pick up a life sign from inside. Then I would at least know something.