“Where the hell are we?” Danes looks down at his information panel. Something was off. “Hell if I know. Coordinates are…” He fiddles with another screen, his eyes furrowing. “What?” Gordy marches over and flips the screen to face him. “This can’t be right. Your calculations are off.” Danes runs the numbers again. “But it is. Spot on. Look…” He points to a starmap, Gordy growling as he rubs his eyes. “Not a goddamn chance! The rift drive’s never done this before. Get Anderson up...