Letter 15
Hi Bianca,
Well, we’re almost there. Tomorrow, Col. Riggs tells me, they’ll let us out of the ship, to the eager and waiting arms of our parents. I hadn’t expected a quarantine, or that it’d last so long. Come to think of it, I hadn’t counted on nearly getting blown out of the skies by the Russians or the Chinese, either. Bligh assures me human missiles couldn’t have touched us, what with our defensive screens and all. Maybe, but the thought still chills me.
Bligh says there were radio signals coming in, but he hadn’t known to respond to them, since he didn’t know any Earthly language but English. When the Air Force pinged us, I immediately got on the line and identified ourselves. I didn’t have to go into too much detail then; the story of the missing mountain and the teenage
