Stacey walks along the corridor below, trying doors. Some are locked, some are, as she suspected, rooms for whoever's on the ship to stay in, with beds and such.
Finally, she gets to a room at the end of the corridor. As she walks up to it, the door swings open.
Stacey: Hello?
Slowly, she walks in. The room is lighted, though she can't tell by what, and the walls are lined with shelves. On the shelves are rows upon rows of bottles and vials, each with a label and a different colored liquid.
Stacey reaches for one of the bottles.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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