Her hand presses tightly against the transparent sheet of glass as the spiderweb fracture races across its surface. Even with her eyes shut she can sense the ship spinning out of control, the wings shearing and burning under the intense heat as she falls out of the sky. She opens her eyes for a moment and immediately her precious green hues suffer an assault of vicious white light and violence, she shuts them again, counts to five. The contents of her ship lose their belief in gravity and bounce around the ship aimlessly. Spectators stare from the ground below before covering their heads, screaming as they flee. She wonders what they think of her, the people down below. Do they think she came in peace? Was she a harbinger of some great war? Was this just the way her people landed spacecraft? A rueful smile splits her lips as she wishes she was landing. She opens her eyes again, and observes. Trees, she thought, Eco would’ve loved the trees. She hopes he’s too far to see. And then she hopes for nothing.