"To her right and slightly apart her friend and teammate Marsala patiently waited for her slightly preoccupied orders to prepare for entry into the planet's atmosphere.I am going home,: said Nara to herself, before adding, This time for good.It was not given to those of Marsala's kind to experience emotions such as sentiment or longing, or nostalgia for times past, good or bad, but if he could, h" . . . . .