I've been too impulsive going to look for what is not, where it is not. When I reached planet Mojave's orbit, I saw Los Angeles... I stared at it... there wasn't anything for me there... just memories, everything else, is missing. Finally, I decide to concentrate in the future, instead of complaining about the past, and head to Ontario, there's a junker base where some smugglers settle temporarily, or at least this is what i've heard, maybe I'll get some work talking to one of them, I want to get a new ship, but this could be a bit expensive, and i know that some runs can be really profitable. I'll decide it when I wake up tomorrow.