Anna stood in the parking lot with hands in her pockets, watching as the shuttle settled to a stop and hovered just above them. Nearly six weeks had passed since her arrival on this world, and in all that time, all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home. Now, all she could think about was how much she wanted to stay.
The shuttle was a small craft, shaped like the head of an arrow with a large canopy window that looked in on the cockpit. Lights on the wings blinked, and the soft sound of anti-gravitation engines was almost soothing.
It began to descend.
Chewing on her lip, Anna looked down at the ground. The wind whipped at her hair, blowing strands back from her face. “Here we go,” she said, stepping forward. “Papa"s home, and you might have to explain the raging house
