Do You Dream of Terra-Two?

Ara turned and leant against the window ledge. ‘When I was younger and I fell asleep on car journeys with my dad, I’d wake up in my bed the next day, sometimes with my shoes on under the duvet, and I’d know that he’d carried me. Which I liked so much that sometimes I’d just pretend to sleep as the car turned into our road, so that I could feel him lift me over his shoulder then put me in my room. One time I opened my eyes when my head hit the pillow and he told me that soon I’d be too old to be carried.

‘It happened less and less until now – obviously – when I fall asleep in the car, he just wakes me up and I walk to my bedroom. Take my own shoes off.’

‘I think that’s pretty normal,’ said Astrid. Their voices echoed slightly in the little room.

‘I know, but the problem is that when I turned twelve I couldn’t remember the last time he carried me. I still can’t. Probably when it happened I just thought that it was another time. The last time I was carried, the last time I saw Brighton Pier, or Trafalgar Square, I didn’t know it was…’

‘What would you have done if you had known?’ Astrid asked.

‘I don’t know.’ Ara frowned, her sight turned inwards with thought. Finally, she shrugged and said, ‘I don’t know. Felt it.’

Astrid wasn’t so sure. Some part of her was sick with excitement about taking off in the shuttle tomorrow but the same part of her was gutted by grief. When she had said goodbye to her parents, nine days ago, she had known for sure that she would never hug them again. The knowledge had quickened in her an impossible urge to tell them everything that they meant to her. To thank them for everything. But when the moment came to say it – to thank them for school fees, for her mother’s paper-cut Christmas decorations, for every hot meal for her bones and for her beating heart – she had only waved.

‘You know,’ Astrid said, as Ara climbed off the window ledge, ‘sometimes it’s a good thing. When you don’t know it’s the last time.’

Chapter 4 JUNO

^{T-MINUS 24 HOURS}

HER BOYFRIEND, NOAH FLINN, had once shown her a graph of the inverse-square law, and pointed to the curve, force over distance, which decreased rapidly at first and then levelled off, like a playground slide. ‘As you leave the Earth,’ he’d said, ‘the force of gravity halves and halves and halves and halves until there’s barely anything pulling you back.’

Juno imagined that was how she would feel about him as she hurtled out of orbit. First, the keen pierce of heartbreak, but that would dull soon enough into an endurable ache, then again in ever-decreasing increments until she felt nothing, almost nothing, for him at all.

When their cars pulled up outside the British Interplanetary Society, a throng of reporters were gathered on the pavement and the crew lined up to greet them before heading into the building. Juno had only visited the BIS a couple of times before, for school trips and lectures, or to see the Aerospace Museum. The Edwardian building was like a geometric illusion, modest on the outside but vast as an airport hangar on the inside. Her head reeled as they stepped under the soaring glass dome above the foyer.

‘Wow,’ Eliot said with a low whistle, looking up.

An art deco chandelier flung refracted stars of daylight across the black marble floor. Juno admired the effect, stretching out her palms to catch the glimmer on her fingertips as the others moved off. ‘I always forget how big this place is,’ she said, to no one in particular. Through the foyer, the main hall was like the visible edge of an iceberg, arranged in descending mezzanine decks that telescoped down into a dark courtyard, where a life-sized reconstruction of a pre-First World War space shuttle was erected. From where she stood, Juno could almost touch the top of it.

‘It’s six storeys high.’ Juno turned towards the familiar voice, and saw him bounding up the stairs.

‘Noah?’ she said. His head of platinum curls bounced as he walked. It felt like months since Juno had seen him, although it had only been nine days. He had come along with her parents to drop her and Astrid off at the space centre. After their final dinner, he held her hand in the back of the car and mouthed Always, I’ll always, I’ll always love you, as streets ghosted past.

‘How did you know I would be here?’ she asked.

‘You know, you’re kind of famous,’ he said with a smile. ‘My internship doesn’t officially start until next week, but I asked to come in today, at short notice.’ He fingered the society’s blue crest on his shirt. A rocket and three stars: Earth space, near space and deep space. ‘Because I knew you were coming for the tree planting.’

‘That’s right,’ Juno said, ‘I forgot that you might be here.’