I slowed down the craft. We needed to arrive during the cold front, preferably in the night. Only then, would the temperatures be just about bearable on the surface. Any inhabitants at that latitude lived underground.
Taking out the leaflet, I flicked through the pages.
“So, who are we meeting anyway?” Tabitha asked.
“”We’re to go the coordinates and ask to speak to a Harold Stoker. Only, then will we find out more about what we need to do?” I replied.
“I don’t know about this. Going to Earth doesn’t seem like a great idea.”
“I know but that’s where we’re at. I’ll put the craft on autopilot, we should rest.” I raised my hand and moved it over my shoulder and we briefly held hands.
After what must have been several hours, I opened my eyes. the Earth was larger now. It was possible to make out distinctive features. The seas were mostly a dull purple, but patches were also green. There were the continents, brown with a reddish tint. I could just make out the island that was our destination.
A few minutes later, the craft began to shake.
“”What’s happening?”
Tabitha’s voice was sharp.
“We’re about to enter the Earth’s atmosphere.”
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