Adieu. You Really Hate This Thing, Madeline?

Nick and Madeline were drifting unmoored in the path of a stellar folly. They brandished half formed bathrobe arms and lamp shade talons, tormented by the toxic radiation of the oncoming star. Nick realized they were moving too slowly, and they had company. Rogue rooms half thawed by the heat from the approaching star, floated between and their path of escape. Adieu.