Entry 18 - Day 7

I received another pre-recorded distress call.  It was from Ozzy, who was one of the non-essential staff on the Aurora that I supervised.  He ran the SnapBlu café on-board the ship where I ate breakfast most mornings.  Ozzy had this ridiculous moustache and an infectious laugh, plus he made the best hash browns from nutrient blocks and Chinese potatoes.

On the distress call he sounded confused and desperate and afraid.  I've got the co-ordinates for lifepod 17 and I think I've got enough daylight to get there.  I need to see if he's alive or look for some sign of what's happened to him.