Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More I set off with the full power of the drive jets to the stuck cannon. I didn't want to risk the blackbirds noticing me: so I stayed in the shadows under Dron's belly. Attack missiles arrived at intervals of a few seconds. Hydron eliminated them all in time. It was actually beautiful: action - reaction. Shot - beam - explosion. Absolutely silent dance of lights and fire. Sparkling cosmos and nearness of death. The cannon was about five meters from the shaded area. I turned off the jets: and very slowly crawled forward. "Alia: an unknown vessel is approaching us: can you hear me?" said Butterfly so loudly: that I was petrified with fright. "Don't shout!" "And fighters. They are almost here. They must have some new kind of camouflage." "Army?" "I do not think so." I unlocked the small cover on the side of the turret: held the yellow button under it for a moment: counted to ten and pressed it again. "Ok: It's booting up: come back!" Robert growled impatiently. I closed the cover and slowly started backing into the shadows. The movable part of the turret made a sharp turn: the cannon extended halfway: froze: and .. exploded. For the first fifty somersaults: I concentrated only on not throwing up to my helmet: then I lost consciousness: because I was again with Peter: in the middle of the night: "how many hair do you have: Alia?" he asked me softly - I was silent: but as if through someone else's mouth: and holding his hand tightly: so that he wouldn't slip away: I quickly turned to face him: "I miss you:" I finally said - into the empty night. I woke up. The stars twirled in a crazy carousel. "Butterfly: can you hear me? Hydron: the captain speaking.." Nothing. Suddenly: a fast moving shadow flashed beside me. I tried turning on the jets and after a minute of chaotic maneuvering: stopped in position: that my brain considered vertical. Hydron floated motionless to my right. A large spaceship looming formidably behind him - its long new shapes giving it a magical supernatural appeal. About a dozen emerald-colored thrushes flew out of its open hangar and joined the escort formation. Three flashes blinked at me from different places on the Hydron's body: and the light engulfed me.