was a water hyacinth on the windshield. The thought flicked through
his mind that he might see a manatee up close. The car was filling.
He was running out of time. He tried to break the windows with
his arms, then with his feet, but could not find a position to
support him for a decent kick.
The water was around his neck now. He took a deep breath and resumed
flailing at the windows in the murk that surrounded him. He ran
out of breath and pulled himself into the pocket of air that had
formed at the rear window, which he pummeled with both fists to
no avail. Then, as his breathing converted the air bubble to carbon
dioxide, he stopped struggling. Just breathing was difficult enough.
Despite his efforts to concentrate, he started thinking that he
should have kept his old Volkswagen Beetle, which supposedly floated.
"The windows would have worked, too," was his final thought. Had
he time reflect upon it, he would not have thought it was an unusual
thought for a space scientist. After all, men had reached the
Moon on sturdy, reliable vehicles.
Dr. Jonas MacPherson was buried in his family plot at a small
cemetery in rural Maryland. There was a marble headstone that
contained the words he had written down for the occasion. His
widow didn't understand them all, but she followed his wishes.
Two strange men in dark suits stood nearby, as if waiting for
another burial --- but none was in evidence. Continue
to Chapter 1
2,000 Light Years from Home written by Mick Jagger
and Keith Richards performed by the Rolling Stones on their album
Their Satanic Majesties Request (Abkco Music & Records).