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here?” you ask.
    He’s holding something in his hands. It’s a sword.
    You hear his heavy breathing.
    Hang on a minute.
    “I’ve been waiting for you, Silas,” he says.
    The voice sounds different from before.
    Then you hear   —
    Is he laughing?
    “The circle is now complete.” D. continues to approach with the sword.
    You don’t see any circles.
    “You’re weak, old man,” D. says as he breathes heavily.
    Like he’s just trying to sound ridiculous.
    You stand your ground, holding up your fists. Suddenly a voice calls from the hangar.
    “Uncle Si!”
    It’s John Luke.
    You look through the window at John Luke and wonder if you’ll have to sacrifice yourself . . .
    Hold on, Jack. I’m not sacrificing anything! I’m running like a squirrel.
    Then D. does something crazy.
    He takes off his helmet.
    It’s Jase. Your nephew. Your crazy, cuckoo nephew. Unless they’ve cloned him.
    “Man, you got the funniest look on your face, Si.”
    “Hey   —you were about to be attacked.”
    “Funny, ’cause I’m holding the sword. Couldn’t find a lightsaber on this ship.”
    You point through the window at John Luke, and Jase quickly pulls him through the door Commander Noble used.
    “How’d you get here?” John Luke asks.
    “Long story,” Jase says. “Well, actually, it’s pretty short, to be honest.”
    You hear pounding on the door. “Okay, tell us later. We can act out childhood movies on your own time, Jack. Let’s get out of here.”
    “Hold on, hold on,” Jase says. “Not that way.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “I’ll show you. Come with me.”

    Go here .

ROLLING IN THE DEEP

    YOU START PUSHING BUTTONS, hoping to find the right combination to get this ship moving. John Luke hits some too and manages to engage the cyclone thrusters.
    The good news is you figure out how to steer the ship into open space. And yeah, you really can steer this ship.
    The bad news is this part of space isn’t so open after all. You steer the ship straight into an asteroid field.
    “Uh, Uncle Si?” John Luke asks.
    “Houston, we have a problem. A big problem.”
    These asteroids sure are big. And rolling around in all sorts of ways. Makes your brain a bit dizzy, Jack.
    But, hey   —you’ve played the video games before. You’ve seen the movies. It’s not that difficult to avoid getting hit by   —
    GAME OVER
    Start over.
    Read “Look at the Stars: A Note from John Luke Robertson.”

DOWN THE LINE

    YOU DECIDE TO GO LEFT, so you ditch the three-wheeler and head down the hallway for a few minutes before reaching another intersection. Your hallway connects with a larger one, and this new passage has lots of people walking in it. And the weirdest thing is that they all look . . .
    Normal. Like the men working in the hangar, but even more normal than that.
    You see a man in a business suit carrying a briefcase. Another man right behind him wearing khaki pants and a button-down shirt. You pass a woman dressed in a hat and uniform, who appears to work at some kind of fast-food chain. There’s a girl in sparkly jeans and the kind of tennis shoes that light up.
    It’s sorta the way malls used to be when they were actually full of people. Or maybe even more than that, it’s the way a big-city sidewalk looks.
    A woman passes who looks like a librarian. A mechanic guy passes next, dressed in a grease-stained T-shirt and jeans.
    “What is this?” John Luke whispers.
    “Something weird’s going on. I know that.”
    “I feel like we’re back home and not on a spaceship.”
    You nod. For a few minutes you continue walking in silence. Just passing by normal people.
    You pull John Luke aside so nobody can hear you.
    “Here’s my thinking,” you begin. “These are all androids that are supposed to look like people. Or maybe they’re aliens wearing human costumes.”
    “Those would be some good costumes.”
    “Or they’re cones.”
    “Cones?” John Luke asks. “I think you mean