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going to fly apart at any second. The atmosphere is bashing us around and it’s all my mother can do to keep us upright.
    She calls occasionally for my dad, but there’s still no answer.
    ‘Viola, where are we?!’ she shouts, wrestling with the controls.
    ‘We’re coming back around!’ I shout over the roar of it all. ‘We’re going too fast, though. I think we’re going to overshoot it.’
    ‘I’ll try to get us down as best I can. Can you see anything on the scanners? Anything beyond that bit of the river where we can land?’
    I press through my screens but they’re jumping around as much as everything else on the ship. The engines are still firing us forward and so we’re pretty much falling towards the planet, too fast, with no way to slow ourselves down. We’re zooming over a huge ocean right now and I can tell my mother is worried that we’ll have to put down in the middle of it-
    But the continent’s coming up on our screens now, looming dark as night and way too fast and suddenly we’re over it, the ground whipping by down below us.
    ‘Are we near it?!’ my mum yells.
    ‘Hold on!’ I check the mapping. ‘We’re south of it! About 15ks!’
    She wrestles with the manual controls, trying to turn us a bit more north. ‘Dammit!’ The ship lists and I slam my elbow into the control panel, losing my maps for a second.
    ‘Mum?’ I say, worry and fright in my voice as I try to bring the maps up again.
    ‘I know, sweetheart,’ she says, grunting with the controls.
    ‘What about dad?’
    She doesn’t say anything but I can see it all on her face. ‘We’ve got to find a place to put down, Viola! And then we’ll do everything we can to save him!’
    I turn back to my maps. ‘Looks like a prairie of some kind first,’ I say, ‘but we’ll probably overshoot that.’ I dial through some more scans. ‘A swamp!’ I say. My mother’s got us heading north again, back towards that river we saw, which seems to peter out into swampland.
    ‘Will we be low enough?’ my mother yells.
    I dial through a few more screens and projected landing arcs. ‘It’ll be close.’
    The ship gives a huge jolt.
    And then there’s an eerie quiet.
    ‘We’ve lost the engines,’ my mother says. ‘The vents never opened. The fire choked out.’ She turns to me. ‘We’re gliding in. Program me a flightpath and hold on tight.’
    I dial quickly through a few more screens, locking in a landing arc into what I’m hoping will be a nice soft swamp.
    My mother pulls the manual controls hard with her fists, lining up her screen with the path I’ve laid out. Out the portholes I can see the ground far too clearly now, treetops getting closer and closer below us.
    ‘Mum?’ I say, watching as we get lower in the sky.
    ‘Hang on!’ she says.
    ‘MUM!’
    And we hit.
    ***
    ‘Happy birthday!’ they shouted on the big day, ambushing me at breakfast with the least surprising surprise party in the history of the universe.
    ‘Thanks,’ I mumbled.
    We’d left the convoy three months earlier, watching it blink out of sight behind us as we sped away fast, fast, fast. We were still eight weeks away from the new planet, eight long weeks in a ship that was beginning to smell a bit, no matter how much the air got filtered.
    ‘Presents!’ my father said, sweeping his hand over the wrapped boxes on the table.
    ‘You could at least try to look pleased, Viola,’ my mother said.
    ‘Thanks,’ I said again, a bit louder. I opened the first present, a new pair of boots, meant for hiking through rough terrain, completely the wrong colour, but I made sort of fake thankful sounds for them anyway.
    I opened the second.
    ‘Binos,’ my father said as I took them out. ‘Your mother had them upgraded by Eddie, the engineer on the Alpha before we left. These do things you wouldn’t even believe. Night vision, in-screen zoom...’
    I looked through them and found a giant version of my father’s left eye looking back at