"The ship. Its metal is around us. It cuts away the sun and the things that came from the sun to age us."
Her eyes shifted thoughtfully. "Then, if we stay here—"
"We'll remain young."
"Six more days? Fourteen more? Twenty?"
"More than that, maybe."
She lay there, silently. After a long time she said, "Sim?"
"Yes."
"Let's stay here. Let's not go back. If we go back now, you know what'll happen to us...?"
"I'm not certain."
"We'll start getting old again, won't we?"