One night up in 

Spacecity

he had been too excited for the morning coffee that he couldn't wait. Pete left his bed and tip toed down the hall. Those hallways were so cold everything was so cold up there. He was walking so quiet because he expected nobody else to be up. He didn't want to wake anyone.

When he turned the corner and entered the lounge he was surprised to see a man standing by the circular window staring out into space. It was the second oldest man up there. Keith. He was soft spoken and kind. He didn't always show enthusiasm in the most common ways but you could tell that he had a good sense of humor and appreciated the relationships that they were making up there.

He had a cup in his hand. Still steam coming up from it. Was that coffee Pete thought? coffee in the middle of the night?

Keith walked over to him. His face had a slight grin on it. Pete was scared. What was Keith going to say. What should he say to Keith? It had been awhile since he had remembered Keith. The memory was already fading now. He was being brought back to his screen.