After the corpse, the next thing Lucky noticed was the pad of paper resting on the control panel. Well, it looked like paper. Clearly it must not be, if it had survived so well, though it was a pad of thin sheets with a little pen to go with it. Lucky tugged it down to the ground, and a thick lump of glass clanked down with it. A small object had been resting on it, which she hadn’t even noticed. It was a perfect cube of glass, with tiny reflective etchings and lines on the inside.