"Should we reverse our path to Earth?" an upgraded Haviland inquired.
The seasoned astronaut paused to pick a piece of ripened fruit from a tree that took root without soil, and then enthusiastically nudged the lucky charm merry-go-round. "First dibs on cool ska band name Reverse Our Path, transcending past favorites: Undertaker's Hardware, Estate Sale Beef Jerky... Injection Site Reaction." Then the second act space cowboy said since they were still serving the same exploratory mission that the bosses upstairs told him he would be flying a desk upon completion, the space conqueror thought they would light this candle and take the long way home. Now capable of generative energy, Haviland raised a solar sail from the nose cone that unfolded like a flower to engage on a grand tour of the greater cosmic wilderness which stretched before them in search of wonders heretofore unknown to science.
"Some victory for humanity. Let's do that. Maybe I should start a journal. This was a lot to process."
