Belle leaned against the back of the chair and put both arms around Garlock's neck. "I'm clustered."
"The spot we're shooting at is exactly over the exact center of the middle blast-pit at Port Gunther. In sync?"
"To a skillionth of a whillionth of a microphase. I'm exactly on and locked. Shoot."
"Now, you sheet-iron bucket of nuts and bolts, jump!" and Garlock snapped the red switch.
Earth lay beneath them. So did Port Gunther.
"Hu-u-u-uh!" Garlock's huge sigh held much more of relief than of triumph.
"They did it! We're home!" Lola shrieked; and, breaking into unashamed and unrestrained tears, went into her husband's extended arms.
"Cry ahead, sweet. I'd bawl myself if Garlock wasn't looking. Maybe I will, anyway," James said. Then, extending his right arm to Garlock and to Belle, "I was scared to death you couldn't make it except by back tracking. Good going, you two Primes," but his thoughts said vastly more than his words.
Belle's eyes, too, were wet; Garlock's own were not quite dry.