As he fell asleep, Chauncey smiled. Tomorrow was going to be great.

As it turned out, it was not great.

Chauncey woke up early, grabbed his suitcase, and took one last look at the apartment. He didn't have any rent to pay, since he'd used so much of his money to get far ahead on the payments, so that wasn't a worry. Maybe someone should come and keep it clean for him, though. No time for that now.

Chauncey slung the suitcase over his back, putting on the arm straps and walking out of his room for the last time.

Meanwhile, Ratthew was wiping a large golden cloth over his crashed spacecraft, trying to clean it as best he could. As he cleaned, he talked to himself. "Okay, Ratthew, this is your second time bringing an Earther to space. Don't mess this up, alright? Don't want another Mason Hansen on our hands." he shuddered a little, then continued swiping the cloth over the exterior of the craft. Luckily no one had bothered him much yet. These dumb people had believed him when he'd said it was a public art project.

Chauncey ran up to Ratthew, stopping a foot away from him. "I'm ready. Whoa, is that your spaceship?" Chauncey asked energetically.

"No. It's the escape pod for my real spaceship. Nice, isn't she? Fits three people. Perfect air conditioner. If you like this, you should see the big one." Ratthew said, grinning as he boasted about his craft. Chauncey's eyes sparkled as he looked over the pod, taking in its teardrop shape and the silver and blue accents.

"So, you said you were ready to go?" Ratthew commented, looking at Chauncey's suitcase, which was peeling on a few of the corners and had been stitched up in one place. "That looks pretty old. Is it going to work for you?"

Chauncey nodded. "Yes. It was my dad's, and it always worked well for him." he stated, almost defensively.

"Well, alright then. Get in." Ratthew said, opening the roof of the pod to reveal three seats, two of which were polyester, and the third appeared to be a regular wooden chair. "It's a bonus seat. Don't worry about it." Ratthew said, off Chauncey's look.

Chauncey climbed into the passenger seat, strapping three different buckles over him. His suitcase rested behind him. Ratthew sat next to him in the driver's chair, not bothering to use even one of the straps. "Shouldn't you be strapping yourself in? A car is dangerous without a seatbelt, so this has got to be about ten times as dangerous." Chauncey asked, looking concerned.

Ratthew gave him another grin. "Don't worry about it, kid. I do this all the time. You sure you're ready?" he asked, as an afterthought. "I mean, think about it for a second. You'll be leaving everything behind, and I don't want you getting all weepy eyed and homesick on me!"

Chauncey nodded in determination. "I'm ready."

This day was not turning out to be great. It was turning out to be fantastic.