You've been drifting somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn for two weeks now.

It's been even longer since you've seen her.

Your holophone rings.
You know it's her.
It's been her every day this week.
But this time it's different.
You answer.

What do you want?

I've got a job for you.

Not gonna say hello?

Hello.

What's the job?

Me.

I'm not going to kill you.

If you don't they will.
Consider the bounty my apology.

I'll consider your apology an apology.

We both know I don't do those.
Time is running out cowboy.
What's it gonna be?