Leaving Europa behind, and with it Jupiter and her many moons, The Reaper sped through space towards the birthplace of the human race. None of the crew held any sentiment for the planet, as the only stories they had heard were all of war and destruction. It was however, going to be a special moment.

"How we doing J.D.?" Pete asked. "How long you think before we hit Earth?"

"Hour, maybe two," came the reply. "You up for hanging a U-Turn around the Statue of Liberty?"

"Hell yes," Pete laughed outloud. "Best not let on to Trixi what you're planning though, I think this power has gone to her head,"

"She does seem a little uptight, but then again that old guy did croak right infront of her," J.D. said in Trixi's defence. "That would explain a few things,"

Trixi was in her bunk. She kept going over and over things in her mind, but still couldn't see everything clearly. The old man had been her father and she had three sisters, two older and one younger, two years separating each of them. Her father had arrived on Europa through a Black Hole that he or a member of his crew had generated. But why? Why would he and his crew want to get to Europa, and why would they travel almost seven hundred years into the past to do so? It made no sense to her. She came to the conclusion that the Black Hole Generator given to her by her father was faulty. Maybe the Half-Light Drive was the same as the Black Hole Generator on a basic level, or maybe it was exactly the same, which would explain why they had arrived at Europa, as well as her father. Maybe there was only one, and the Black Hole Generator and the Half-Light Drive were one and the same, in which case how did Dan and J.D. end up with the Half-Light? She would work it all out, she knew she would.

Down in the engine room, K was really quite bored. Because of the way the engine worked, and the fact that it was so completely self-sufficiant, she had nothing to do but monitor it, ensuring that input and output levels stayed within their set boundaries. Having watched and monitored for ten or fifteen minutes they hadn't moved at all so K headed down to the armoury. She had an idea in mind for some kind of tank, an all terrain vehicle of some sort. It's not as if she didn't have time after all. On her way to the armoury, K stepped into the galley with the intention of grabbing a bite to eat. In all the excitement of the past few days, she couldn't remember eating anything at all. Lemmy was already in the galley, wearing a chef's hat and a little pinnafore. She was stirring a huge pan of what smelled like the hottest chilli known to mankind. Grindcore Chilli.

"Give me five minutes, and this'll be ready," Lemmy shouted over the noise of the bubbling pan. "You might want to run down to the walk in and grab a case of lager,"

"Not a bad idea I think," replied K as she turned and ran down the corridor. Five minutes later she returned and as promised, Lemmy had laid out six bowls of Grindcore. The rest of the crew were already sat, waiting for the lager theat K had on her shoulder. She placed the case in the centre of the table, and sat down ready to tuck in.

"I take it that everybody is aware of what we are about to eat?" Asked Lemmy. "Grindcore Chilli is incredibly hot, I'm not sure that you boys can take it," she had a huge grin on her face as she talked. "Now if you need to, I'm sure that Trixi, K or myself will gladly finish off your helpings,"

"I think we can manage, right boys?" Replied Dan, hurt at the suggestion that his gut wouldn't handle it. J.D. and Pete nodded, and as one all six crew members started to eat. Fifteen minutes later, the case of lager had been polished off, and K was just eating the last of J.D.'s Grindcore. Five minutes after that, J.D. came back from the toilet, having spent the last ten minutes throwing up.