Letter 6
Hi Bianca,
Well, that was…
What? I’m struggling for a word, here. My first thought was “anticlimactic.” But in any instance when you more than half expect to die and then don’t, is that truly anticlimactic? Likewise with “disappointing.” I had my nerves all built up for something dramatic or exciting, and it sure was, in a way, but not life-threatening. It sure wasn’t encountering the Death Star.
I should probably get past this word problem. I’ll just tell you what happened, and you can make up your own mind.
So anyway, we drifted for about nine hours through space, with that bright light shining in the monitor. Nothing happened. I checked in on the bridge from time to time—I suspect Linda and Warren did as well—but the spot only looked marginally bigger each time. I realized
