When the repairmen were given a break, Sunshine started her private tour of the ship. It was a marvel, something straight out of fiction. Corridors curved twisted like rivers, shifting so much that it was easy to get lost if one was unfamiliar with the path they desired to take.
The walls could talk, commenting on everything like the way she was walking to recommended visiting areas and places where the ship had been. Unfortunately, she did not have much time to sit down and listen to their stories.
And the concept of talking walls unnerved her. What was privacy in their presence?
Sunshine's curiosity led her deeper into the ship than what had been recommended. She found herself in places that had not been allocated for repair. Like a garden in the vessel, deep in its belly. It was filled with unfamiliar plants, fruits and flowers.
