Aaargh!--my pod crashes--Ow!--bounces--Eeyagh!--and bounces again. I waited for the boom, for the bubble of fire to engulf me and end the aching pain...but nothing happened. The flimsy ship had completely run out of fuel in mid-air. Now, there's just the aching pain...and bitter cold. For the first time in weeks, I shudder as the crooked hatch ( Read more... )