Slowly, gently, I ease the ship down. We're home! On the south coast of England! I am six times heaver than on the moon. My exhausted body feels every ounce!

I remember the chain that the selenites used. It's made of gold. I am rich. But money feels so unimportant now.

Should I stay in the ship? I do need time to think. Or should I step outside and talk to somebody? Or do something else?