Derek smiles. “It sounds and smells lovely but what’s a rasher?”
Jessica laughs. “Oh, that be bacon to the likes of you.”
“Smashing, where’s Maeve?” Derek asks.
“Ah, she went out walking. To clear the head. Have you any plans for the day? I’m sure you have plenty of thinking to do.”
Nodding, Derek replied, “Yes, I have a lot to think about. I’m going to head over to the ship, make sure it is fully operational. And then, how to make some money?”
She places her hands on the table. “Remember, the two of you are not alone. You have support here. Don’t forget.”
Satiated, Derek later heads outside. For a moment, he pauses. It is a totally different sensory experience to being on the moon. The clouds drifting in the sky, the wind blowing through the grass and the smell of the sea in the air. Maeve was nowhere to be seen.
He drives his wheelchair forward over the stony surface down the winding lanes to the ship. It looks totally out of place.
The ramp deploys as he approaches. He looks around before heading straight to the control panel.
His presence turns on all the lights and computer analysis.
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