It was cold, but their clothing was warm and the air was invigorating. Cal looked up at the sky.
"Phobos," he said, pointing.
"And Deimos," Dave added.
"Ike and Mike."
"Yeah." Dave smiled.
"How do you feel, Dave?" Cal asked suddenly.
"How do you mean?"
"Mars. I mean, we're the first men to land on Mars. The first, Dave!"
They were walking aimlessly, in no particular hurry.
"It's funny," Dave said. "I told you before. I feel kind of—"