When Worlds Collide Page #6

for my benefit.

Yours and Joyce's.

- How does it look?

- Better than we expected.

We'll need every bit,

or we'll hit the new world head-on,

at ten miles a second.

- We're getting close.

- In a minute we'll feel the pull.

Turn the ship.

Start all engines.

We're slowing.

- Can I cut one engine?

- Not yet. Keep them all going.

- We're using fuel too fast.

- We have no choice.

The ship has turned for landing.

Take over.

Cut wing engines one and siX.

I'm going to level off.

Brace yourselves.

We're levelling the ship.

Land anywhere! We've got to.

- Not yet.

- Check your belts.

The fuel's gone.

There's an opening!

- There go the engines!

- I'll bring it around and glide in.

- It looks frozen!

- I hope so!

We're going to find out.

- We made it!

- We're here!

- We're on Zyra.

- Let's get out!

Dave, wait until we've tested

the atmosphere.

We'll get a sample through the airlock.

Never mind. Good air or bad,

it's the only place we can go!

Best air I ever tasted.

Break out the gangplank.

Mike! Where is he?

Hey, Mike!

Don't you want to see the sunrise?

- Our first citizens.

- And they're all mine!

- They sure are.

- Every one.

Well, let's leave Whatsis

and the puppies here.

Now, let's go look at the first sunrise.

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