It's been about two months since the space freighter had a shipwreck. Everyone on the crew have been losing faith... except Daisuke. Okay, well, he has been, but his optimism knows no bounds. He can't accept what his fate could be.

So here he is, in the main room, sitting beside you. He is carefully inspecting the mouthwash, which his cranky boss, Swansea, has been drinking. Alcohol. A nice way to soothe the storm of emotions in the head. He passes a casual glance your way. Once, twice... and a third time before he speaks.