“I'm sorry.” She can't stop thinking about it, though. What if in twenty years they go to Mars, and whether or not there's anyone there already, what if they build a city there sometime after they ruin this planet, it has to happen soon, and he goes home and she's still here. “I just —”
There's not much else going on on the television right now, and there won't be for a while, but Lee can already tell neither of them are going anywhere anytime soon because what if something else happens? Something important. Lee needs a glass of wine or twelve, but is reluctant to get up now.
She's still thinking about the moon, what is it like, what does it smell like, how cold is it, how quiet it must be up there. No noise at all, just nothingness. What if people ruin that? “It's scary,” she says. Her eyes are closed, she doesn't want to look at any more simulations constructed in a studio somewhere. “But I wish I was there.”