Captain Glenn lingered after breakfast the next morning, finally voicing what I was thinking. "Nesbit's quiet."
Mase set his empty milk glass down with a nod. "Maybe the sedative finally kicked in."
"I'll go check on him and Daryl," he said, his shoulders drooped, then he wandered out.
Mase's gaze snapped to me. "Do you think you can make it to the cockpit before lunch?" he asked. "It should be about ten o'clock when we near your sister's ship."
Apprehension slowed my collection of dishes from the gurney, though I couldn't explain exactly why I should feel that way. Because I'd see Ellison's ship? Because there was a distinct possibility I might not find her on it? Because there was a possibility I would?
"I'll be there," I said.
"Let me explain to you where it is." He began arranging his eggs on his plate in a sort of scrambled-type map.