Hello, Pioneers! It’s been months since I’ve picked up a stylus. I hope it’s not too obvious. Thanks for keeping an eye on things.
CAPTION (Mars Exterior, flashback): What’s going to become of you?
ANKA: I’ll be alright. I always find a way.
LAZARUS: Then find a way for me to stay with you.
ANKA: Wherever you go, there will be people who will care for you. People who will protect you. People who will love you.
LAZARUS: Stop treating me like an incubaby. I’m nine years old.
LAZARUS (present day): I’m ten years old. I can take care of myself.