The ship kept floating through space, but no sound disturbed its insides. Even its now-red control desk remained silent, without uttering any beeping noise.
Meanwhile, Liiza sat at the bed's edge in the living quarters, while Khan stood before her, holding her hand. The cold from her palm invaded him, cooling him down and fulfilling him, but also giving birth to superficial and profound urges.
Liiza waited, probing Khan while also inviting him with her entranced expression. The ten-year gap made that moment critical, probably more important than their first time. She couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, but Khan moved as soon as he sensed that feeling.
Khan leaned forward, slowly bending down to approach Liiza's face. He looked at her, his glowing eyes asking for permission, but she just stood there, waiting to see what he would do, checking whether he would come to her.
