At dusk the crew lines up planet cards along the porch rail with a grown-up. The Moon is thin tonight, low in the west.
Raven sketches it fast in the Moon log. "What do you notice? Barely a sliver. It was almost full last Saturday."
"Our walk tonight is indoors," Rocket says, "so nobody trips in the dark." He lays the string down the hallway.
A younger cousin takes one step from the Sun and stops. "Earth already?"
"Already," Raven says. "Now walk to Neptune. Keep counting."
Nova hovers at the far end with her light on the floor, never in anyone's eyes. "Thirty," she says when the cousin arrives. "Welcome to the edge."
Well done, crew. Next week the planets get their true sizes, and you cut them out of paper.