“I feel like I’m still me,” she said. “I feel like I’m the me that grew up on Earth, even though I know I can’t be. That S-Sarah… that… person died of cancer before she turned thirty. She went up to a station, then flew out again, and crawled under a rock to die. Except I don’t remember any of the dying part, I only remember the excitement, the heist. But it must’ve happened. It’s been…” She didn’t know how long it had been. “How long has it been, Forerunner?”