Emil was bored. He usually didn't mind being bored, especially not since he came to the Silent World. Being bored meant that you were currently safe and didn't risk losing your life, at least not for the moment. For some reason the boredom got to him today though. He had already cleaned his weapons, dinner was already over, Lalli wasn't heading out for a couple hours, Kitty was sleeping and Emil was looking at the stars that had started showing up in the sky. He started entertaining himself with trying to find figures in the stars.

As he drew lines between the stars his mind wandered to his team mates. First to his captain, the one and only Sigrun Eide. She was pretty awesome. And pretty scary. Sigrun Eide. Emil tasted the name, let it roll over his tongue. Sigrun Västerström. It had a nice ring to it, but Sigrun would never give up her name like that, he knew as much. Emil Eide, then? Emil bit back a laugh. It just sounded stupid. Of course they could do like his grandparents, both keeping their family names. Emil laughed again and let his mind continue to wander.

Mikkel Madsen. He didn't know much about the Dane, except that he enjoyed making Emil's life a series of embarrassing moments. Emil wasn't even sure the Dane was a competent medic, but it wasn't like they had anyone else to go to out here. Mikkel Madsen. It was a stupid name, Emil decided. Mikkel Västerström on the other hand... No, it was still pretty stupid. Emil Madsen? Emil laughed out loud. That was even stupider. Mikkel Eide could probably work though. Emil managed to draw a heart between some stars.

Then, Emil's thoughts continued when his eyes fell on Karlavagnen, Reynir, the civilian they found in a crate. Those who believed would probably say he had been delivered by the gods. But to whom? Emil Árnason. Emil shook his head. Reynir Västerström then? He laughed again. He didn't like Reynir. He didn't dislike him either, but they didn't share a language and he couldn't read Reynir as well as a certain other crew member, so Emil simply didn't like Reynir. He put his hands behind his head, tried counting the stars, but failed spectacularly.

Tuuri would probably know how many stars there where. Raised to be a skald, Tuuri had learned a lot about a lot of subjects. Emil admired her for it. He called himself a brainiac, but he was a novice compared to the slightly older woman. Tuuri Västerström. It actually sounded quite good. He sneaked a peek at the Finn. Emil Hotakainen...

Emil blushed, his cheeks burning and he looked out the window, clenched his legs. That last name had not given him the image of living with Tuuri. No. Instead there had been someone else on his side. His first real friend, although he still didn't understand how you could befriend someone you couldn't talk to. Emil shifted nervously in the chair, tried to will the blush away. Lalli Västerström. Both versions sounded good. He looked at Lalli, noticed the thin Finn looking at him from where he laid under Tuuri's bed and Emil blushed again, looked back out through the window.

Emil had always been certain he would keep his own name when he got married, but the name Emil Hotakainen did feel very good on his tongue. He grinned stupidly and looked at the stars again. He already felt less bored.