We’re both quiet for a while. “I guess this is it,” I say. “It is time,” he says. “We go save homeworlds now.” “Yeah.” “You face is leaking.” I wipe my eyes. “Human thing. Don’t worry about it.” “Understand.” He pushes himself along to his airlock door. He opens it and pauses there. “Goodbye, friend Grace.” I wave meekly. “Goodbye, friend Rocky.”
