John gazed into the inky void through his reflective visor. He stood on the precipice of a sheer rock face, a valley of unusually large craters spread out below him. In the distance, Earth was beginning to set over the far hills.

His radio crackled to life. “Never gets old, does it?”

John smiled inside his helmet. Lorna, the chief expedition scientist, had volunteered to stay behind in the operations module and monitor his walk outside.

“Nope,” he replied, still gazing. “And with such little gravity, who really cares if I fall off?”

“Do not joke about it!” Lorna shot back. “It’s bad enough that we’re the only ones up here as it is. If you checked out early, I wouldn’t last a week before totally losing it.”

John turned his head – which consisted of moving his entire upper torso in the bulky suit – and saw the wreckage of their lander beyond the expedition site.

“I know,” he sighed. “It’s a shame this couldn’t be Earth’s moon, or else help might actually be able to reach us in time.”