Narrator: The ship comes down from space. Without Wilder, without Spender. It has traversed the black velocities, encountering ancient moons, like a pale leviathan slipping through an otherwise-empty sea. It has come down from the stars, and the shining movements, and the silent gulfs of space. It is a new ship. It has fire in its body and three young men in its metal cells. The second expedition to Mars has arrived.