 I had to do something. But what? I was marooned on this deserted planet, and it might be years before another Earth ship would land here. And then, miraculously, it happened. A ship came out of the skies and headed for a landing on my own private island. It was an ancient Mickelson drive job, battered and scored, but bearing a proud legend painted on its nose. The Hutter people it read. When the ship landed on the beach...