Bip pressed his hand against the control panel. Nothing. The lights stayed dark. His metal fingers tapped and tapped against the silent screen.
Bip turned the steering wheel. The ship drifted further into the dark. He clicked his metal feet against the floor and kept going.
Bip followed a trail of twinkling stars. But they led nowhere. None of them looked like home.
Bip kept steering. His metal feet clicked click-clicked against the floor. The stars kept twinkling and twinkling, but none of them felt like home.
Bip asked a wise old comet for directions. The comet whispered, Keep going.
Bip nodded. He pointed his nose toward the direction the comet had shown him. The ship hummed a tired sound.
Then something blue appeared on the horizon. A glowing blue marble drifted into view.
Earth. Bip's eyes lit up bright. Home.
Bip steered toward the blue marble. The ship hummed a happy song now.
The stars twinkled around him like they were waving. One by one, they blinked bright.
The ship settled into a steady course. Homebound. The blue marble grew larger and larger.
Bip smiled. His metal hands rested easy on the wheel. He was going home.