"Just the people who are building it, for now," Lucy said. "My . . . husband, among them. He's an astronaut."
Lucy shook her head, wanting to get away from the subject. "Don't worry about it. Sounds like you needed to get it off your chest." She smiled. "And with any luck, the curse broke when you came here. I'm no expert, but I'm fairly sure I'm talking to Sam and not Satan, so he's probably not in there with you. Okay, it's bad luck you ended up getting snatched out of your own world, but on the bonus side, there are no apocalypses here that I know about."