Johnny Nine said nothing.
"Think of the wide sky, Johnny. Where we can see the sunrise. I've always dreamed about seeing a sunrise.
"A sun. That's a funny word to say; it just sounds warm. Sun. A sun that is like those little points of light, way beyond the bulkheads. When we see them from Observation, they look all cold. Imagine how it would be to be so close to one of them that it's big and warm....
"Johnny, do you think anything could be as pretty as those pictures, in Compartment Seven, of a blue and gold sunrise?"
"Even prettier."
"Say it again!"
"Even prettier."
"I'll stay up, then, all the first night. I know I will. Just to see the sun come up."
She drew in her legs and clasped her arms around them.
"Tell me again what They said."