Similar to the first time I’d traveled through space, we arrived in front of the moon before my younger brother responded. Then, in the cockpit…

“Blech!”

I chuckled. I guessed my younger brother’s bodily constitution was nothing compared to mine. I had to train him well when we returned to Kansa Star. There was a built-in device that would extend to catch vomit so one wouldn’t mess up the cockpit, at least.

Oh yeah, dad!

I quickly checked on dad’s situation. As expected, dad was puking too. He was doing worse than Loki. He was much older after all. Sigh…

I frowned, looking at them. I apologized, “I’m sorry… This… may require special training… Sorry for making you feel ...