"She'll hold together," he promises. "I just pushed her a little too hard."

It's like a horse. Sort of.

Floating. Hovering.

Slowly.






"And well, if the grav shift goes then the ship doesn't compensate for which way is up and which way is down, so you get really turned around and it's just not fun at all. Haven't blown that in a long time, though."

And then they pass the edge of the doorway and it's nothing but black and pinpricks of stars.