With Ian, I always decide to stay. “Touchdown confirmed! Serendipity has safely landed on the surface of Mars!” The room erupts into cheers. Everyone explodes out of their seats, cheering, clapping, laughing, jumping, hugging. And within the delightful, triumphant, radiant chaos of mission control, I turn to Ian, and he turns to me with the widest, most brilliant of smiles. The following day, our kiss is on the front page of the New York Times.
