_Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. _Aren, the old mechanic next door, must be working on his ship again._ _I should ask him to fix my heating system - I wouldn’t be suprised if I was covered in a layer of frost, given how cold my room is right now. I groaned, screwing my eyes shut even tighter, as if that would somehow ease the pounding in my head. I must have hit the bars exceptionally hard last night. _Thunk...