"Nineteen. Almost twenty," Jake's reply was automatic. It was strange - he really was that young, but he din't feel like it. The years of his life he was supposed to have spent playing basketball and worrying about grades and school were spent fighting a war. He'd seen and done more then most kids his age would in a lifetime.

"And... I know. They're alive and on the ship."

Which was a relief. It also brought a sickening sense of dread and anticipation. How was he supposed to confront the two people he wished he could bring back from the dead?