Emma looked out of the shuttle window tears forming in the corner of her indigo-blue eyes.
“Goodbye Freya and thank you,” she whispered softly to herself, dabbing away the tears.
She took one last look at Mars, the red-brown earth, spiky grasses, and soft, smooth, pebble-like mosses, the only home she’d ever known, as the silver-grey craft deployed upward thrust and briefly hovered over the landing pad before embarking on its flight to Jupiter.