"Yes. I think fairy tales were written for a view like this. It's a pity we won't get back to tell about it."
John frowned and rested the rifle on the ground. "She was better in the ship. You heard her talk about the base."
"But she doesn't remember what we need. I'm afraid it's useless," I said glumly.
He scuffed up scorched earth with his foot. "Then why are we going ahead with all these plans?"
"To keep from thinking about the other, I guess. I know what you've all been thinking. So have I. I even thought we might stay here and hope someone else would try in our lifetime. That's out. There are four men and one girl."
"Then what will you do?"
"I don't know yet, John. I haven't thought about it because it isn't good."
"There's nothing moving yet, sir," John said. "You remembered when you had to. We can wait until she thinks of how to operate the suspension."
"The longer we wait the more chance of another kind of trouble."
"Karen?"