Jenny waved her hand. “Nothing important. Just that I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”
Mister Fluffikins came over, stopped, stared at her, and patted her leg.
Jenny looked at him. “Right, you must be starved.”
She hopped up to get him some food to eat. She’d packed dry food for him, though it wasn’t his favorite. But he’ll live. They were on a space station, after all. Things needed to be as simple as possible while she was here.
“How long do you think we’ll be here?” Jenny asked.
Brooklyn shrugged and glanced out the window. “I don’t remember anyone saying how long it would be. Do you have plans?”
She shrugged. “Not exactly. I just didn’t know if we’ll be here through Christmas.”
“Would you complain if we were?”
“Not at all,” Jenny said. “We’re in space. In orbit of our planet! How many people get to say they have done that, anywhere on the world? A handful, maybe. No, I’m not worried about missing Christmas.”
“Well, if we are, we’ll find some way to make a Christmas tree.”
Jenny grinned. “That would be fun.”
She put the food down and approached the window with Brooklyn.
They stood there, staring out at it.
She could watch the Earth turn through it, and it gave everything a surreal feeling.
She was in space.
SPACE!
It absolutely was crazy bizarre.
And they were going to help aliens meet Earth girls.
Talk about taking it to another level.
“Welcome,everyone, grab some breakfast. We have savory and sweet items, and fruit for everyone,” Polly said, gesturing to the spread on the table. The conference room they were hustled into this morning was small, but at least the breakfast spread was good.
Jenny filled her plate with some fruit and toast for her meal for the day.
Brooklyn joined her with her own array of breakfast food and a cup of coffee.
Jenny watched the others get their food, and everyone took a seat, low conversation murmuring.
“Now they tell us what we’re really doing here,” Brooklyn said.
Jenny glanced at her before cutting up her cantaloupe. “What do you mean? What are you thinking about?”
“It’s been on my mind all night,” Brooklyn said, her voice low. “I mean, logic it out. There’s like six of us, right? We’re here to test and make sure the systems work with our people’s DNA?” She gestured to Polly. “I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
“What if she’s just an anomaly? That’s why we’re here.”
“As test subjects?” Jenny asked.
Brooklyn nodded. “It makes little sense otherwise.”
Jenny thought about what her friend said. Her logic was sound. “So why us? Why not?—”
