Chapter Seven
Maybe there should have been some awkwardness between us after that, but, strangely, there wasn’t. Raphael took me by the hand and showed me around the ship, letting me see the room where the strange drives that could hurl the vessel from planet to planet in such a short amount of time were housed. To my eyes, they didn’t look like anything much, only a series of semi-translucent dark pipes with what appeared to be glowing embers floating within, but I knew if Paul Oliver had been there, he would have been beside himself. Well, when he wasn’t peppering Raphael with questions as to how everything worked.
But I didn’t have the same scientific mind, so I was fine with merely seeing what was there, and allowing myself to be astonished by the simple, elegant beauty of the ship.
