The sound of small debris striking the hull of the sip echoed in Reynolds’ ears as he tried to sleep. It was the norm in space travel.
His mind drifted back to his childhood and the theory that space was a vacuum, a void without substance between planetary bodies. It’d been a simple theory, just like assuming there wasn’t any other lifeforms.
Then he was abducted.
After three years, he had managed to escape in one of their vessels, though he doubted it’d take long for them to find him. Until then, he’d relax and try to remember his name.