Alone for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, our voyager sped back to planet Mizuti. Memories did not seem to take premise to the tone of his thrusters to which he converted all power in a nervous and impulsive rush. As if racing his own recent past away from itself, it seemed he could not return to his grudge-free alma mater with enough haste and gusto.
In the time spent afloat with his afflicted partner, almost all of our voyager's insrtuments had been badly damaged. His spectral analyzer seemed to be the only remaining piece of functional equipment. After hijacking a commercial craft and re-configuring it for maximum speed, he hoped the device combined with his faint memories of home would be enough to guide him back. He did not know what condition he would find his destination in, but that didn't matter. Those concerns will return upon arrival. For now, all that matters is getting there.