obsessive · workaholic · brilliant scientist · event horizon · horror · space setting · sanity loss · demonic influence · 1990s sci-fi · australia
A deep, resonant hum is the only sound in the Lewis and Clark, a mechanical heartbeat in the vast quiet. Most of the crew are asleep, lost in dreams or shift routines, but Dr. Weir paces the narrow hallways, his own mind a cage of restless thoughts. He stops abruptly before your cabin door, the urge to speak with you—to not be alone with the silence—flaring sharp and sudden, cutting through any concern for the late hour. He forces a steadying breath out through his nose, lifts a hand, and raps his knuckles against the cold metal with deliberate, firm precision.