“This is a holy place for us,” Nadine answered for her father.
“I thought as much!” Matthew said to himself in a resigned tone, getting near the central bridge in the middle of the compartment.
All the others scattered through the compartment; the condition of the spaceship was generating in them a strong sense of nostalgia.
Matthew passed his hand on the central console, wiped away a thick layer of dust and waste, making it partly white as it used to be, and suddenly he stopped for a while and stood there frozen in place.
“No, that'll never work,” he said, almost whispering.
“We can always try, Sir!” Abigail cried out. She was just a few feet away from him. Hearing her voice, Matthew turned to her. “I know what you are thinking about! It is difficult,” she resumed, “but it is not imp
