However she couldn't believe what she had done. She looked back over her shoulder at the ruins of the spaceship. A scolded metal wing was sizzling on the dusty ground and mechanical booming sounds kept coming from the engine, ablaze and smoke pouring out of it. The bomb shell lay in a million pieces scattered over the ground like evil fairy-dust. She ran evermore when she heard a shout from the burning spaceship. At least she knew that mission to drill a giant whole through Mars and use it as a bead for an oversized necklace would probably not continue.