Silence. Just the dim blinking of the console. A single voice cutting through lightyears of space.
“We lost you on the monitors. Can you get a visual of any local pulsars so we can locate you?”
Nothingness. Darkness. Emptiness. There are stars, but none pulse in erratic patterns. And none flicker. It takes an atmosphere to flicker and sparkle.
A pause. Discomfort in the tone now. Uncertainty.