“But physics,” Eustace whimpers, plastered to the viewing port as the Dawn Treader completely skips past the orbit of yet another large planet.
“I confess I don’t understand, either,” Edmund says, smacking Lucy’s hands away, yet again, from a complex board of lights and buttons, “But you said we’re going to...meet a star?”
“That one, to be precise,” Caspian says, pointing at a blip on a screen then out the window to a rapidly growing spot of light.
“We have to find another planet before Father Time’s horn blows,” Reepicheep says, one paw resting on his sleek laser gun. “When we land where water flows sweet, we’ll be in Aslan’s New Country.”
So many ideas, so little time!
“I confess I don’t understand, either,” Edmund says, smacking Lucy’s hands away, yet again, from a complex board of lights and buttons, “But you said we’re going to...meet a star?”
“That one, to be precise,” Caspian says, pointing at a blip on a screen then out the window to a rapidly growing spot of light.
“We have to find another planet before Father Time’s horn blows,” Reepicheep says, one paw resting on his sleek laser gun. “When we land where water flows sweet, we’ll be in Aslan’s New Country.”