Into the Vast
Culhayin took most of the time he had before the departure in making certain he didn't leave any traces he didn't want to leave behind, and assuring that his termination of contract with the previous company he worked on had followed the proper procedures. Besides taking a coffee with some friend of a scholar inclination and saying goodbye to a few field agents at the city, he really hadn't the need to warn or prepare others for his departure - if his line of reasoning was right, the ones who really wanted to know what he was going to do already did, and in any circumstance, they were prepared for a situation in which he would need to leave without warning.
In his home, he managed to pack quite rapidly - which was expected, since he always had most of his stuff ready for a quick getaway, if necessary. He was a bit annoyed that he hadn't had the time to procure the chemicals and substances that would allow him to continue his research (and improvise anything, if the need arise) in such short time. He doubted he could get a decent amount of anything he would want once out of the system. But one thing Culhayn had learned is that worrying about it wouldn't solve any problem. When needed, he would figure something out.
And it was then that he found himself on the ship, getting out of the planet's orbit and, once into outer space, entering the Drift. This was going to be quite the experience, he decided.