Karl opened the book of maps. Inside, however, there were no maps. There seemed to be…a story! It began:

Through his room window, Karl could see the night was thick, but he could see pinpoints of gold and patches of orange light scattered along the horizon.

Soon, thought Karl, he would reach Constellation Station. He had been planning this trip for as long as he could remember and now, finally, his dream would become realized.

In his leather bag Karl had packed everything he would need: spare clothing, food provisions, books, star maps, a flashlight, a pair of pocket binoculars and writing materials. He also took a few silver coins, some fine silk pocket squares, a small flask of excellent cola, and a modest amount of his favorite, subtle, cologne. To complement the cola, Karl also remembered to take a bag of wonderful deep fried, spicy vegetable chips and a pocket knife with several blades for any occasion.