He found a picture of footprints on the moon.
He read:
The moon has no rain or wind to
blow the dust around. So footprints
will never wear away naturally,
not even in a billion years.
“Oh, man,” Jack said.
The moon was the stillest place
he had ever, ever been.
It was as still as a picture.
And its stillness would never, ever end.
Jack stared at the ink-black sky.
A lovely blue-and-white ball glowed far away.
Earth.
For the first time, it really hit Jack.
They were in outer space. “Look!” Annie cried, laughing.
She bounded past Jack-almost flying through tha air.