The SSV Zagreb

She carefully places the cube amongst the other pieces she's found on this trip. Rivets and metal plating, bits of original circuitry. Maybe some of it was Ziggy's once, but she'll never know for sure. She likes to think they aren't. Never found his heart, mind, or anything with his name etched on the side. And she's been searching for so long, trying to find proof that he's still alive. Trying to give their children a decent memorial gives her an aching kind of hope.