This ship hung in space, light from the local star glinting off the shinier surfaces.
Tears streamed down Pat’s face. It was finally over, for him and for Michelle.
“We’re ain’t going to make it, are we?”
An introduction by friends.
“Pre-test checklist complete.”
She slid into the driver’s seat, wincing as her shoulder brushed the leather surface. Blood from her hand smeared the shifter. She slid the key into the slot, twisted, and the engine rumbled to life.