Touring

"Look, I'm not saying it's not beautiful. It is! It's amazing! I'm amazed, we're all amazed. Isn't that right, kids?" Sharon turned to the backseat. Luke was looking wan, having just vomited. Tillie was crying. "I'm just thinking, this has all been so much, so exciting, maybe we could take a little break. Head home, take a nap! We can do more sightseeing tomorrow! Okay? Harold?"

Harold stared grimly ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Look at that view," he muttered. "Just look. That view."

Outside, the stars were growing ever fainter and further apart. Below, the void yawned closer.