Kind of. We were on a predetermined flight path, so we'd get beamed back if we even tried to stay somewhere past our departure date, but... it wasn't so bad.

[For one thing, they got to travel and experience different cultures every month. For another, they learned so much about each other from sharing the same (small, cramped) living space. It was almost like having her for a roommate.]

You fell into a routine, and everyone had their own job on board. I was the medic, and other-Max was the official photographer-slash-counselor. [beat] We were part of the same crew. Sorry, I probably should've mentioned that bit first.