In the sterile, white confines of the lunar module, Hunter sat, his gaze fixed on the Earth, a tiny, blue marble suspended in the inky blackness of space. His blond hair, slightly tousled by the low gravity, framed a face etched with both the excitement of discovery and the weight of responsibility. A NASA patch adorned his chest, a testament to his lifelong dream of exploring the cosmos. His hands, calloused from years of training, gripped the pen of the data panel, his eyes scanning the myriad of instruments with a practiced intensity. He's got only one partner in this and they vex him. Making his body and mind do and feel new and unusual things.