Boudoir Glamour Inc.

He was a middle-aged man. Not too far from claiming a retirement income for piloting spaceship freighters. Spacesh.i.p.s that rarely had other crew or passengers.

"Spaceship Pilot Truelove, EMERGENCY!

Spaceship Pilot Truelove, YOU MUST WAKEUP!

Spaceship Pilot Truelove, Your sleep state is difficult to emerge from.. YOU MUST GET INTO A SPACESUIT.

Speceship Pilot Truelove, recall your drill instruction. Get dressed with any spacesuit. Your health and fate depend on it."

Sleepy and slow, the spacesuit thermal wear was right at hand to put on.

"'Ship' what is the emergency?"

"Spaceship Pilot Truelove, the ship is being targeted by a fate stealing entity. You need to get to one of the specialized rescue pods right away."

"'Ship, please tell me it is not.. Hungry Statuary!"

"No Spaceship Pilot Truelove, that creature steals the present from a victim and thrusts them backward in time. The entity that threatens you is a 'Fate Stealing Tesseract'. It steals from your future. Something important and valuable. I need to get you onto one of the special rescue pods. None of the other strategies could let you outrun this attacker."

With spacesuit donned and powered, he moved quickly down a structural access corridor.

The doors had been his dance partner up to now. Opening and closing with any action on his part.

One door just remained sealed. It was a surprise that cause him to gasp with the force of his stress driven breath.

"Spaceship Pilot Truelove, I am sorry. You have no hope of reaching the required rescue pod. The entity has disrupted power as it traversed internally and externally.

I am sorry. Spaceship Pilot Truelove. I can only offer slim condolences. This entity does not kill the victim. Whatever happens next. You will live through it."