Phoebe needed some space. Everything had become too crazy, too messy, too much so she jumped in her car and drove far away. In fact, she drove to the only place she knew where there was enough space to think… Mars. At last, surrounded by nothing but eerie silence and infinite spaciousness, she sat down in the middle of nowhere and took it all in (like a lizard sunbaking…). Finally she had some breathing space… sigh. This was the place to be.
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