400 Days Page #2

to pour cough syrup on my cereal.

Bug, I'm fine.

Thanks.

Hey.

Come on in. Have a seat.

So, I'm just going to be

asking you a few questions

to establish a mental health base line.

Very technical.

- Just doing my job. Then

you can be out of here.

"In the past two weeks, how many hours

of sleep have you been getting a night?"

Not enough.

- "On a scale of one

to ten, where would you

place your ability to

fulfill mission duties?"

Ten.

"What is your current mood?"

Tired...

and a little hung over.

- Tired and hung over

aren't moods, I need

something like happy,

sad, depressed... angry.

Depressed.

Angry...

and confused.

- "Are there any particular reasons

why you might be feeling this way?"

Please, don't play games with me.

- Theo, I'm sorry. these are

only the questions on the list.

The woman I wanted to marry

decided she wasn't ready,

and called it quits.

It's more complicated than that.

Enlighten me.

- Yeah, Theo, not everything is

as easy as you want it to be.

What does that mean? What, what?

It means we're done here, Thank you.

Yes.

And here we have our cook

who's preparing the

ship's very first meal.

Bug, what's on our menu?

I am not the cook,

we take turns and this

is re-hydrated mushrooms.

Yikes.

Let's hope we make it through the night.

Alright, is this all we

have? Because I'm starving.

Kitchen is closed after this, sir.

What's with the bear?

My good-luck charm.

How old are you?

- Old enough to know when

someone's being an ass.

What the hell is that?

Immunization vaccines.

Wait a second. No, No. No.

Nobody said anything

about getting shots.

Uh, yeah they did. During training.

When you're in closed quarters,

makes you more susceptible to viruses,

any long term illness could

jeopardize the mission.

And who knows what you

brought on with you.

I remember everything... always

and I don't remember that.

Come on, now.

Afraid of a little shot?

No, I am not. Not at all.

- Maybe she'll give you a

lollipop when you're all done.

Arm.

All done.

How's the water?

Fine.

Plain that for the Osmosis reclamer.

Before we sat down,

So, it's recycled pee.

I am drinking my own pee.

- Well, there is no way to tell

if it's yours specifically.

- Oh, Ok, and as far as

this uh, soup went, is that

my own sh*t? Because it tasted like it.

What's up?

- Listen, we're gonna be here

for a long time, so I thought

if you need something... -No, I'm good.

Just see how you're doing.

- Uh...

- Well if you need anything,

don't hesitate. -I won't.

Good night.

Ok, Uh...

We try to get regular workouts here,

Want to keep our health up for when we

get ready for actual space travel.

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