Maybe it was just him that ticked Ellen off. His personality was similar to one criminal who got his jollies off of picking up dog shit. Or maybe it was just his thing, adding a little joke or two, probably to ease the conversation. Ellen wanted to get the whole picture and not be blamed for pre-judging someone.<br/><br/>The process of the flash cooling wasn't what she expected. She was used to seeing cadavers in the morgue, when they're already dead and cold and laying in a locker. "I'm comfortable with it, I was just making sure," Ellen said, glancing at the scribbles on the man's hand.<br/><br/>After seeing mead pop out of the table, Ellen got up and walked over to a railing, out of the earshot of the man. She took out her holopad and with a succession of button, a blue light shown on her face. She then began apologizing to her mother and two brothers, recording a video of her telling her the real truth about the mission and her true feelings about it. "So, I'm not coming home. If I do, you'll probably been 20 years older than me. I love you guys, stay safe," she said to the recorder, and then pushing a square button, close the recorder and sent it to her folks. "Dios mio," she said under her breath. She looked up at the vast amount of stars in the night sky and wondered if it was the right thing.