“It’s alright Sam,” he said knowing he was rescuing me. “I’m gonna take him to get something to eat.” And don’t worry; I’ll explain our little trip to him.”

            Mr. Namowitz seemed a little disappointed at his stolen thunder, but I guess he had more important things to do than explain space travel to some inept millionaire. As he walked away, his hands tucked under the small of his back, he threw a command for Mosie to be back within the hour to check the ship’s electrical equipment. There were no parting words for me. I looked up at Jack, feigning a look of extreme exasperation.

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