Marking Sector Alpha

I dragged the crinkly red candy foil out from my bunk with my toes, nudging it right into the dark gap between the burlap sacks. Because... well, if Rob follows my chalk arrows from earlier, he might trip, and an intern's gotta mark the landing zone. I shoved the foil flat against the dusty pine planks until the dim yellow barn bulb caught the crinkles, making it glow like a real starship docking beacon. I clicked my harness strap against my chin and mumbled, 'Uh, Rob... beacon is lit at sector alpha bunk, in case you... uh, do you copy?' Just faint static hissed back. But the red shine looks pretty hard to miss.