“When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds of I just extended my arms a little further…” Flash said, his arms also up in the air, illustrating the story for Ming.

“I was never allowed to lay outside,” Ming said. “Being born into royalty, it was not dignified for me to look like I was having fun.”

Flash pointed to another part of the sky. “A meteor!” He said. “You can see them during the day on Mongo?”

“That’s no meteor,” Ming sighed. “That’s one of your Earth ships being blown out of the sky.”

Flash sighed. “And here I thought we might be friends.”