“Ten, nine…”
A silhouette appeared on the walkway. The captain!
“Eightsevensix…” I murmured.
The silhouette loomed larger. I pressed into the seat, willing the rocket to fire.
“What are you doing?” the captain demanded, tightening the belt of her robe.
“Nothing,” I stammered. The mission was unauthorized.
“I told you to make your bed. And put your dad’s hard hat away,” the captain ordered, shaking her head and disappearing down the hallway.
Mars would have to wait. Maybe after breakfast…