There I was. Mere metres away from a real life spaceship. It was beautiful. It shone in the glistening sun as I happily stared at this machine of my dreams. I had always wanted to ride in a spaceship. From the day I first learnt about them in Kindergarten, it seemed that all my happiness lay within the glorious wings of a spaceship. And better still, when I had taken this trip of my dreams, as the ship’s photographer, I would go to the brand new, incredibly safe, speedy and slick Space Station. And I would get to stay there. For a whole month. This was the best thing ever. My thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice barking orders to a crew member. “Walter! Where is the extra fuel?” I turned to look at a muscular, tough looking man with a captain’s uniform on. I gasped. This must be the famous Captain Jupiter, the brave, strong, heroic captain of 28 space voyages. He had won so many awards for his talent and skill, and he was clearly going to be the captain of my trip! Standing beside him were two men, one short, frowning man, and one tall, relaxed looking guy. I cautiously stepped over to the 3 men and squeakily introduced myself. The tall man gave me a large smile and a handshake, the short man nodded at me slightly, and the captain looked at me in a way I couldn’t describe. It looked curious, like the way a detective would act if they had just received the information on a case. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, though.