Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28834958-20160529031327/@comment-26538714-20160530193216

The commute to Brian's home lasted an hour or so, with a little bit of traffic. Brian pulled in, plugged in, and walked in.

He did some work to make sure everything was ready for tomorrow. He double-checked calculations, made sure there were peanuts, and looked at the schedule. While he was cooking, another memory stirred a bit. "What is this I'm feeling?" he wondered. "I've never felt it before, yet it feels like I know it." He finished dinner, and then, because there was some time, drove down to the range to blow off some steam.

"You alright?" asked the Range Officer.

"Yeah, just been feeling strange." Brian said. "Don't know what, though."

"Okay, just shoot safely."

When Brain got home, he got ready to sleep. "Big day tomorrow." He got in bed, and fell asleep.

On the calender was marked "Falcon Launch."