Captain Howell, one of the first people to join the station, was now an older man with graying hair that reflected his years of dedication.
“Will we, though?” he muttered softly, almost to himself. Then he shook his head. “Anyway, thank you for sticking it out here for three years. It’s not an easy life,” he said with a sigh. “Your contribution has been a huge help to the team.”
Halle smiled faintly, though guilt tugged at her heart. She didn’t feel nearly as deserving of his praise as he made her out to be.
Third Person's POV
“I’m not that noble. I stayed here all this time… for…”
For Terence.
Halle left the thought unfinished, but they both knew what she meant.
“No matter the reason, this place will always be your second home,” Captain Howell said with a warm smile. “If you ever come back, I’ll throw a grand party just for you.”
Halle chuckled softly but didn’t respond.
Three years had passed, and there was plenty to pack. By the time she had everything ready, the sky was already starting to brighten.
Her ride was waiting downstairs. She took the compass from around her neck and placed it gently on the table.