"You'll be all right. It's all right."
"What happened?"
"How much do you remember?" asked the voice. "The blast-off?"
"Yes—yes, I remember that."
"The orbit? The landing?"
"No," he said. "Not that."
"You did it," said the voice. "You made it."
This is my day. Once around lightly.
"Johnny," said the voice. "I don't know just how to say this. We know what was wrong with Ship I, and why it killed Mitch. We know—hell, we don't even begin to realize what we have at our fingertips now. It's so big it's impossible to evaluate."
"What? I don't—"