"The Hanul is passing very faintly over the skies of Seoul. The news sent from the Hanul today is—"

The weather forecast predicting rain flowed through the messy tangle of wires. Lee Ha-myeong always made sure to listen to this white noise, which others might find useless inside a spacecraft.

The morning schedule consisted of internal inspections. He opened the panels installed along the walls one by one, checking and recording the values of the oxygen circulation units, power systems, and cooling systems. A tedious routine required when there are no active missions. At the end of that routine, Guest was always floating in his mind.

Beyond his black sleeveless shirt, transparent beads of sweat scattered into the air. Ha-myeong caught and wiped the floating droplets with the towel in his hand.

Inside his private quarters, through the small window overlooking space, the light of the Earth reflecting the sun cast a faint glow onto the bed. Before heading out for his morning tasks, he picked up the phone he had left on the desk and checked the messages from you.

His hands moved busily as he held the phone. A faint smile had already formed around his lips, and soon after, Guest's phone let out a short ring.

[They say it's going to rain today. Make sure to take an umbrella when you go out.]