In space, there's no measure of time, no way to know when a standard planetary day has begun or ended. In space, one tended to lose all sense of time. Days blended in with each other. One rises, performs their tasks and then retires when tired. Who knows how long he was awake, or if a standard twenty four hour day passed.

It's even worse when the only one on board the ship is yourself. That's what Andros thought as he forced himself up to begin the day's tasks. What remained of his sense of time told him two years passed since he abandoned KO-35. Two years of space travel, hunting down any lead he came across only to dead end. Two years since his best friend took a fatal blow and he dragged that broken silver uniformed body to the Astro Megaship and froze it in a cryogenic tube. In two years, nothing has changed.

On days like this, the blonde stripped teen found it hard to rise from bed, dress in that flight uniform, and manage a ship meant for a crew of five, alone.

Alone. That's what he is. Andros is alone and as much as he tried to harden his heart against that word, the implications seemed to crush him entirely. Sure, he had D.E.C.A but D.E.C.A was a simple computer. Well, not simple, but she was a computer and her limitations were defined. D.E.C.A cannot hold him when he feels the need to cry. D.E.C.A cannot stroke his hair softly when he needs the comforting touch of another. D.E.C.A can only offer medical and psychological advice, which she freely gave when she could push his boundaries. However in the end, the AI was but that, an AI and nothing more, a poos substitute for human interaction. There's no comforting embrace in space.

Technically he still had Zhane, technically he didn't. Zhane, his best friend was still in the cryogenic tube, wounded in battle as Dark Specter's forces invaded his home planet of KO-35. Andros still blamed himself since that attack Zhane took was meant for him and him alone. Now his best friend lie in a tube and all Andros had to show for his last stand was four morphers and an abandoned planet. So much for his dream of being a Power Ranger.

It'd been Karone's dream as well. He hadn't forgotten about her—even if she was dead. His parents thought she was, he didn't. Andros was determined to find her. It's his job as her brother to find her. It's his fault she's lost after all. If he'd never turned his back, she might still be here. That's just another item on his list of regrets, a long, ever growing list as day after day his leads end in dead ends and he begins to wear himself down with the search which was now two fold since he'd discovered that the United Alliance of Evil would soon be holding some sort of meeting—a banquet of sorts. Maybe he'll find a lead about Karone and maybe he'll discover where Zordon is. Even he didn't know.

It's on days like this that Andros retreats to the gallery and stares out at the stars. He's grown up with space in his backyard and he still finds astrology interesting. Although, today the stars do not spark the wonder they once did. No, they're silent to his pleas and uncaring about the tears he's unwillingly shed because even he can't bury all the feelings—but he sure tries.

A hand reached up to touch the metal of the locket. His sister has one as well. Inside of the locket are pictures of them as children. His has an additional item, a memory disc with childhood memories of the two of them playing, as well as the day Karone was kidnapped. Sometimes Andros took it out to watch its contents and to remember what she looked like. Although, Andros can barely remember what his parents looked like, or sounded like. Only Karone's image seemed to be what his brain chose to remember.

Turning from the stars, Andros paced back and forth as that mood settled in on him. Soon, his pacing ceased, his feet carrying him to the megalift which would take him to the engine room. From there, he paced to the secret room, punching in his code to allow him access to Zhane's chamber. Once inside, he shut the door, taking in the somber blue of the room. There's not much to say about it. It's not meant for comfort. The only things in it are the cryogenic tube and medical equipment to monitor the person inside.

In two years, Zhane's bio signs hadn't changed. It's reached the point that Andros gave up hope of his best friend even waking. Actually, it's here that his miserable reality usually crashed down on him hardest. Even if Zhane did wake, there's no telling what condition his memory and functioning will be like. Although his morphing powers can heal him physically, his mind could be damaged beyond repair. It's here that Andros usually posed the question of if his actions were worth it, but he doesn't have an answer.

It's in this chamber tucked away from view that Andros contemplates his quality of life. It's poor, lonely and he's barely lived a full life. However, the urge to cease existing gets strongest. It's here that he wonders if living day to day with dead ends and loneliness is a life worthy of a Kerovian. Does he want to continue on with failure after failure?

No. No he doesn't, but he can never quite bring himself to go through with those thoughts. He can never quite pick up the astroblaster and set it to kill. Plus, if Zhane woke, what would he do? The guy needed at least one friendly face from his planet to great him, not an empty Megaship with an on board computer to give him two years' worth of news, or however long it will be until he wakes up.

It's settled then that he'll live another day. Of course, he's probably worried D.E.C.A. but he's alive. He's alive to go to that meeting. He's alive to dawn that cloak and go undercover. That's something. Since it has the biggest evil names the universe has seen, there's hope—hope for him to live and fight another day at least. That's something big enough for him to grasp at and grasp at it he does.