Out there, only a few hundred miles away, waited a ship enshrouded in the darkness of space dust. A young red sun, only slightly more than half a lightyear away, gave birth to the occasional flare which, travelling through time and distance, glinted in the ship's windows.
The ship's windows glinted back with frost. Space was cold, so very cold.
> DEAR PASSENGERS
> I HAVE DETECTED AND CONFIRMED ZERO THREAT FROM THE UNAUTHORIZED SHIP
> MAY THE REST OF YOUR JOURNEY BE PLEASANT
The next plot point will occur after the 86th post.