Becky relaxed in the one of the sumptuous leather couches in the lounge of the luxury yacht Distant Horizons. She could finally leave it all behind. Her past. The squalor and deprivation and addiction; all that pain and misery. She had scraped together every credit she could and bought passage on the first starship with a destination she’d never heard of. Should be far enough away.
Becky glanced over at those passengers whose bodies lay sprawled by the doorway. She would airlock them and the remaining corpses later.
Yes - today was the first day of the rest of her life.