Her pockets full of shattered dreams she waited patiently. She wondered was what she was doing right. Boijim lay beside her as if asleep. But he was in a coma. He had been so since his battle with Titans underground inhabitants. Boijim’s space ship had taken a direct hit and had been sent spiralling into Saturns rings. A recovery craft had picked up his envac module, but not before it had been encased in frozen methane.

Rita and Boijim had planned every detail of this wedding over countless cups of coffee. Right down to which pairs of sun glasses they would take with them to earth for their honeymoon. She had decided that until Boijim came out of the coma, she would stay at his side; but as his wife. The marriage would go ahead as planned, the honeymoon could wait. Earth was going nowhere, like her, till Boijim recovered.