- You've exceeded the critical point
There's no way out
At that speed and angle
You'll burn up like a shooting star
- No problem
Jody, I'm coming home!
Cursed be the ground
For our sake
Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth
For us
For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are
And to the dust we shall return
So
I'm finally back
After all this time
Fresh oxygen
Blue sky
Beautiful as I remembered