They kept the trio in quarantine for two weeks. Reg’s arm was in a cast, but it didn’t prevent him from forcing them to play Monopoly with him. Trevor passed the time by checking the scrape on his calf for signs of infection. Rosa showed him how to put on eyeliner, and they both experimented with it. They agreed that she looked fabulous with a smoky eye, but he was better off with a simple black rim. She kept asking Reg to let them try it on him. He was going to owe NASA’s swear jar a lot of quarters.
None of them showed signs of anything but boredom and irritability, so the doctors finally discharged them. Rosa and Trevor both flew home with their parents. Interworlds Agency Director Smithson saw them off at the airport.
“We’re hanging your mission plaque in two weeks,” he said. “You’ll be back for that, right?”
“You bet,” Rosa said. They hung a plaque on the Flight Control Room wall after every mission. It was a big deal. Their names would be on it, together, forever: Davis, Hayashi, Toivonen, and Clayborn. Eddie got his name on a plaque after all.