Wormholes… shit, I’m still only in the hole. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in known space. When I was home after that last eviction, it was worse. I'd undock in Jita just to hear the local spam. I’d stare at my probes, but there was nothing—just empty space and the hum of the scanner. When I was rolling holes, I wanted out. When I was out, all I could think about was diving back in. It’s been a week now… waiting… for the next chain to map. Every minute I sit in this POS, I get softer. Every minute some nerd farms another C5 site, he gets richer. Each time I check Tripwire, the sigs shift a little closer.