"Yes?"
"I'm thinking it wasn't far from here—"
"Yes, Jay, I know. We'll find out soon enough."
"Perhaps too soon. Blanche, you know how I feel about you."
"Of course."
"Maybe we should have married before we left."
"Why so pessimistic, darling? This isn't like you."
"I don't know." He forced a laugh. "Maybe it's the atmosphere."
It was at that moment, peering through the obsoglass in front of him, that he saw it.
"Blanche! Look at that!"