She leaned in close to the screen. That close, Sarah could almost forget how alien she was in other ways. However strange the subjects that worried her, this creature seemed strikingly human. “I hope the Agamemnon is ready and waiting for us. If they don’t see us coming for deceleration, then we’re going to fly right past this thing at a few hundred thousand kilometers an hour and miss our last chance.” She held something up in front of her—a glass cube with many little lines and etchings visible just under the surface, like a pond formed of many different fluids. 