1: setting: if there was a compass, if you were a star
In the periphery of the Seneca system, second period of the third month of Birth"C'mon, Sammy. Do your thing." Dean crossed his legs at the ankles, resting his boots on the control panel in front of him, stretching in the comfortable, if old, leather that covered the pilot's seat. Dean's
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Is it the real Sam in the ship's conciousness???
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If that makes sense...*G*
It'll be made clearer in a couple of stories or so, I have a plan in my mind! :D
Thank you for commenting :D
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