We zoomed across the moon rock speeding for our life. The Colijop was gaining on us and we had to find Zara. We were practically flying over the rocky moon surface. Suddenly we saw her – the figure of a woman in the midst of space. We skidded to a halt and grabbed her swiftly swiveling around and racing off to the space station. When we got there we frantically searched everywhere to find the Colijop bite antidote
“She might not live,” said the captain.
“No I’m not letting her die,” I said.
“We have to head to the planet they call Earth!”
Was this really the only way? I thought.