Mad Jack

Narrative convention tells us that the moment when all of one's problems appear to be solved is, in almost all cases, a brief interlude before things get much more interesting. So, if you'd spent the last twenty years alone on a spaceship hurtling out of control in no particular direction, the appearance of people who can repair your ship using bits of theirs and open up a wormhole network that can get you back to Earth in weeks instead of generations would probably strike you as the solution to all your problems. Then you'd get a brief interlude to discover that centuries had passed since you left, the language you spoke was dead, and oh yeah... these people had no actual idea how to get back to Earth ...things are going to get much, much more interesting.