Zachary Smith stood alone on the dimly lit upper deck of the Jupiter 2. His attention was focused not on the stars glittering in the night sky or on the enchanting glow of that world's two moons, but on the couple outside enjoying it all.
He'd had money, prestige, and power in his lifetime, but something was missing, something he'd wanted most of all. That something was quite possibly the only thing that could save him from himself: the love of a good woman. He went below to his cabin, where he hoped in vain for what might never be.
