Will lit the makeshift sparkler he'd made as the others settled in for a small fireworks show to mark the uniquely American holiday. The Professor gave a small speech remembering the sacrifices made a few hundred years earlier that led to the freedoms they'd enjoyed in their lifetimes.
Smith was conspicuously absent from the group, preferring to watch from the deck of the Jupiter 2, where it was quieter. He'd sold his own freedom years before, becoming slave to a master he'd never even met. He wondered how history would remember him: traitor, spy, saboteur? It really didn't matter anymore.