Good news: we are on the proper PDSU, with Brock piloting.
Bad news: none, actually. None at all, for four months. Although Brock knows the date, he has no logs for the past four months, and is only awake because we boarded. After a very thorough search of our ship, we set off on the two-day trip through the Drift to Absalom Station.
Thankfully the trip is uneventful, and we are able to catch up on sleep. Arriving at the station, we are torn between going to our favorite pubs, or talking to Venn. I head to the Stewards with Lexx, hoping to turn in our notes and then go relax. Our notes are, of course, mostly nonexistent.