Zak glides through the cosmic silence, light-years away from the busy hustle and bustle but anxious chatter in the Welcome Habitat. Aidan's world is gripped by paranoia.

Aidan feels the distance between them. 

Starlight filters through the windows as Zak settles into their solitude. Zak's interior is minimalistic, with every item meticulously chosen to maximize utility and minimize clutter. 

As s/he messages Zak, Aidan gazes out into the vastness of space, a reminder of their escape from the world's chaos.

"And everything is OK with you?"

Only the landing has been dragging on for one hour… Here's the status: 'Your number in the queue: 15568. Number of vessels ahead of you: 8300. The queue has been paused. We will keep you updated.'"

"I don't quite understand."

"There's a traffic jam in the landing zone. Let's see how it goes."

"Ahh, I saw that in the news. Everybody has to wait, even millionaires."

As they continue their conversation, the exchange turns more personal, but their communication feels strained at times.

"I would like to have a quick meeting with you."

"I am busy."