[Leela stopped in her tracks. For a moment, she thought - hoped - that it was the Plane, not her eyes, that her failed her. (It had happened before, after all. The stars had been extinguished when the machine had been silenced.)

She hoped, but she did not believe it. She recognised this darkness. She had lived with it for many long and cold months. She had not forgotten how exposed it left her. Though she could no longer see the Plane and the many dangers that it held, she knew that they were there. They seemed to be pressing closer to her, like predators who smelled the weakness of the old and injured.

With a growl of frustration and anger, Leela drew her knife. That was as familiar as her blindness, but at least it was a welcome sort of familiarity. She would show them - show anyone who tried to harm her or her friends - that a warrior did not need her eyes to fight. If this was an experiment, a game, she would rise to the challenge.

Everything was silent and dark. As furious as she was, there was no one for her to fight. After a moment or two - she could count her heartbeats, the only sound on the Plane - she returned her knife to her belt.]

Braxiatel? Braxiatel, are you here? Something has gone wrong. My eyes ... I think it is an experiment ...

[She was not afraid. She would not be afraid. She had lived with these shadows before and she would do so again. She was stronger than any darkness. She knew that.]

Can you fix it? Can you help me to see again?

[It was almost a plea. These were uncertain times. She had faith in his abilities but she knew that needed every weapon available to her.]

[There's a bit of an awkward stumble to Lloyd's steps once his surroundings shift, from the shop and the forest around it to the sudden expanse of stars that he had seen earlier. He had no idea what brought him back to the shop, but here he was, and... now he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. What was there to do in seemingly endless space?

Eventually, he notices the information kiosk, and he spends quite some time just staring. Because really, a kiosk in space? Curiosity makes Lloyd go near it. His dislike of basic tl;dr, though, makes him pick the paper version of Nathan's guide to space with a promise to read it later, after looking at the other option and realizing he had no idea what "pretentious" meant.

With the brochure in hand, Lloyd looks up at the sign for a moment, then the paper, then down at the starry horizon below his feet. He seems to be lost in thought, as if deciding if he should stay here or not. He's got class, after all...

Eh. He could stay here a little longer, and his teacher will surely believe him. ... Probably. Hiding a shiver over the thought of her not doing so, he lays his palms against the desk of the kiosk and lifts himself up a little, trying to see past it and out through the plane.]

Hey! Is anyone else out there? Anyone? [Because it sure would be nice if he wasn't the only one who was late for school thanks to being distracted by being sucked into space.]