Impulse Control [Ike Day 4]

As the airlock moves, Ike can see blinking lights of buttons and levers from the corner of his eyes.

The room is filled with screens that all seem blacked out by a paper of some sort. A chill runs up his spine as he can see nothing on them. The moment he moves closer, he can see a crack that shows a vast whiteness, which must mean it's the ice that the ship is resting on. A hum comes from his throat as he thinks of what must have happened, but instead he swallows down that thought and catches the buttons and levers again.

"Let's try something, Em."

Mom used to say he could never sit still, always up and doing something, whether it was messing with something in his hands or pacing around a room. He's never had enough impulse control to calm down. Fingers start poking any button that he can find. The satisfying sound of clicks hitting his ears as he laughs to himself. Ike pulls a lever or two before he gets the want out of his system. A shrug of his shoulders as he steps back from the console, noticing a little paper.

Come and find us.

The note sends a chill down his spine as he decides it's time to go now.

"Alright Em, time to leave!"

Hurrying to the closest air lock, Ike swipes his pretty pink princess watch as fast as he physically can.