Oh, you've got to be shitting me! Roger slumped against the nearest console. We survive all this, and now we're about to be spaghettified.

"How long have we got?" Asuka asked Bob.

"I haven't crunched the numbers yet, but I'd say a few months."

"Months?" Morrison cocked his head. "Hell, that should be plenty of time."

Hitomi stepped forward and stared at the black hole. "Months, years, decades -- we'll still die if we can't find a way out of here."

Kamala wrung her hands and glanced around, trying to keep a grip on herself. "Well, there's got to be something we can do. Maybe … how about the shuttles we found in the hangar?"

"If any of them are designed for long-range flights, and if they're even operational." Roger trailed off and shrugged. "We have no way to know where to go -- where there's a colony or station or something that can help us survive."

"Hmm." Kamala traced a claw over her lower lip. "I'm sure I can access navigational data -- star maps and whatnot -- but they could be out of date by now. Or we could've been dumped so far from charted space that any maps we find will be useless."

"We could still use the shuttles to scout around. Who knows, maybe we'll stumble onto a ship that actually has functioning engines."

Asuka nodded. "Whether or not we figure out where to go, a few months from now anywhere will be better than here."

"Excellent point." Kamala took a deep breath and held a hand out to Roger. "Wanna help me check out the shuttles?"

He walked over to her and took her hand. "If it means a chance to get away from the smell of all those rotting bodies for a while, I'm all for it."

"Huh, I almost forgot about that." Morrison shuddered. "The fact that I appear to be getting used to it is horrifying in itself."

Luana reached up to pat his arm.

"Since we only have two pilots," Asuka said, "it'd be a good idea to have them teach everyone how to fly the shuttles, assuming any of them are still functional."

"We learned the basics as part of our tech training." Roger shrugged. "Well, we haven't actually piloted anything yet, but we had to learn the controls to help us know what we're doing when we repair them."

"We'll let one of the pilots know if we need help." Kamala tugged on Roger's hand. "Okay, let's see what we can do."

He walked with her into the corridor and headed for the core. When they reached it, Roger chuckled.

"I was just getting used to having gravity again, and now we're back in zero-G."

"Well, we're weightless from here on." She grinned. "Here, get on my back and hold on tight."

"Uh …" He raised an eyebrow and she laughed.

"I can get us there faster than if we just pulled ourselves along."

"Well, okay." He moved behind her, put his arms around her, and fumbled around. Since she had four breasts, the odds of accidentally groping her were doubled.

She laughed again, took his hands and placed them firmly on her lower pair. "You know I've been hot for you since we met, so it's not like I'd be offended if you touched my boobs."

"Uh, well … heh." He blushed. "I, uh …" He shrugged again.

She chuckled, coiled her tail up like a spring, and backed up to the wall. "Hold on tight." She waited for him to secure his grip on her, then she sprang forward, launching them toward the forward section of the ship. She reached back with her lower hands and held onto his belt.

They moved fast enough for the air to ruffle Roger's hair. He closed his eyes and took a moment to enjoy the "wind" in his face.

In less than a minute, they reached the front of the Challenger and headed for the hangar. Kamala held his hands against her boobs for a few more seconds before letting go and floating over to the nearest shuttle.

"Let's find out how lucky we are."