"...hauling three thousand tons of refined helium past the Orion shoulder and, I gotta tell you, it’s quiet out here tonight. Real quiet. If my signal is punching through the dimensional static to that little neon sign on the highway... keep a slice of that peach cobbler warm for me, Rhiannon. I'm coming in. Slowly. In the meantime, I'm patching my cockpit audio through to your frequency. Keep the void at bay..."