Charlie hugged Ellie close, his arms wrapping snug around her shoulders as he leaned down to drop a kiss to the top of her head. He'd gotten sidetracked by the robot (Charlie refused to think of his as David), then by being transported to another reality and the sickness the travel had caused, but he distinctly remembered planning to celebrate the success of the mission with Ellie the last time that he saw her. Even if it had only been a few hours, with what he'd been through, it felt like they'd been separated for ages. "I'd even had a celebration planned for the two of us tonight, but I guess all that's down the drain now," he said.
"Just think of it as another part of the journey," Charlie replied with a shrug. He couldn't think about how everything they'd worked toward had practically gone down the drain thanks to some sort of technological fluke that took place in another dimension. The idea of it still made his head spin, and he was still feeling sort of nauseous. "Ellie? How long have you been here?" Charlie asked, pulling away from her to get a good look at her. She still looked the way that she had the last time he'd seen her, just no spacesuit.