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One little tripA cool breeze wafted through the night air on the long beach. If she were human she would probably shiver, but she wasn't. Considering the job she was undertaking, that was a good thing. What was that job? searching for the part of Greg's van she borrowed among the heaps of smoldering rubble. The night before she took Steven out with her in a rickety rocket made up of primitive machinery. She had pushed it too far and the two of them nearly exploded along with the rocket. If it weren't for him she would have killed them both.Pearl kicked a broken vacuum tube with a sigh and sat down on what was left of a thruster. What was wrong with her? Was she really that desperate to leave that she thought that stupid ship was a good idea? Even if she had succeeded in leaving the atmosphere, a million other things could have gone wrong. An asteroid could have hit them, Steven could have run out of food or oxygen, a thruster could have broken, and so one. Even by some miracle they succeeded entirel