Witness

George moved through the kitchen with surprising grace, his movements efficient and practiced. He pulled out a large pot, filling it with water and setting it on the stove to boil. As he waited, he began to gather the ingredients for his special carbonara - pancetta, eggs, Pecorino Romano cheese, black pepper, and of course, the star of the show: perfectly al dente spaghetti.

As he worked, dicing the pancetta and grating the cheese, George's mind wandered to Nebula. She was an enigma, centuries old yet looking no older than her mid-twenties. How many lifetimes had she lived? What experiences had shaped her into the woman she was today?

He whisked the eggs and cheese together in a bowl, adding a generous amount of freshly ground black pepper. The familiar motions of cooking grounded him, even as his thoughts swirled with questions about Nebula's past.