Kraxxis woke to a strange sight that morning. The ship's autopilot had malfunctioned slightly, leading them off course about three light years. The fractal galaxy he now stared into was unlike any he'd ever seen. While beautiful, it seemed rather dangerous as well.

"Mark 4!" said Kraxxis,"How long until internal diagnostics and course corrections are completed?"

"Three hours sir"

"How long until we make it to our destination after that?"

"Two more days"

"Hmm, two days more." thought Kraxxis to himself. Well, he'd waited six years, what was two more days? Soon enough, he'd be home.

Looking forward to being back, he realized that his return would be just in time for the Autumn festival! Hearty mugs of cider filled high to the rim and pies n' folk music while ol mayor Ben got up on the stand for a big "Welcome All!" and then commenced chilln cause yes, it was Fall.