The Ares III crew had assembled along with their respective spouses and the Watneys at Melissa's house to watch the television interviews they'd participated in over the past two weeks. None of them had been thrilled to take time out of their busy schedules trying to work on plans to rescue Mark, but Melody had suggested it, Annie had supported it, and CJ had promised to help them all through it. Alex and Beth had flown back from California for the day to be with everyone else. Karen had been invited as she was also interviewed but had declined, choosing instead to watch the show with her crew. She'd insisted Ares III needed this time together without anyone else.
They sat around the Lewis living room on sofas, chairs from the kitchen, and on the floor. It was a tight fit but they made it work. Everyone had a drink and there were large bowls of popcorn on each table. Timothy and Grace had a place of honor on the main sofa, directly in front of the television.
"Welcome back to the Watney Report. I'm your host Cathy Andrews. Over the past few days, we here at CNN have had the great fortune of speaking with all of Mark's crewmates, some Johnson Space Center personnel, and his parents. We asked each person the same questions so what you're about to see are their answers spliced together as if they were all here at the same time. Please be assured we have cut nothing from what they said, all of their answers are being shown without editing. This special edition of the Watney Report will be an hour long, so settle in folks to get to know Mark Watney, his friends, and family."
The first clip began to play. Cathy sat on the left and began speaking. As she spoke the camera backed up so that viewers could see the man sitting across from her. "First up we have Major Rick Martinez, Air Force pilot before joining NASA"
"Still an Air Force pilot," Rick interrupted. "I haven't left the service. I'm just on assignment with NASA right now."
"My apologies," Cathy replied, "He is the pilot and second in command of the Ares III mission, also a friend to Mark and not just a colleague I believe."
"Yes," Rick nodded his head.
"So Major Martinez-'
"Call me Rick, please."
"Certainly. Rick, how did you and Mark first meet, and what did you think of him then?"
Rick shifted in his chair and pursed his lips frowning for several seconds.
"We met in the astronaut office. I was in the AsCan class before him."
"Pardon me, I hate to interrupt, but I want to make sure all of our viewers at home understand. AsCan means Astronaut Candidate, correct?"
"Uh yeah, right." He nodded as he answered. "So I was part of the class before his. When new candidates come in, they're assigned office space wherever there's a free desk. I think they like to put new astronauts in with older, er um, experienced astronauts, to help them learn the ropes. Maybe it's just easier than reassigning desks and offices every time someone retires or a new class joins us. Anyway, I was sharing an office with Terry Lydell-"
"NASA's current chief astronaut," Cathy put in.
"Yeah. Terry wasn't around much though because he was training for his ISS2 mission at the time. Mark and I hit it off immediately. We both love puns and bad jokes. We drove everyone else crazy. I think if Terry hadn't been scheduled to launch soon, he would have moved offices because Mark and I would take breaks from work and spend twenty minutes just trading jokes. No one else ever seemed to come by during those times."
"Thank you, Rick."
"Little did I know when you came home from meeting him that first day that at least once a week I would be feeding two grown men," Marissa Martinez said.
"You loved it," Rick replied. "You loved having Mark and me packing away your cooking."
She smacked him on the arm. "I hate it when you're right."
Timothy laughed, "No worries Marissa. Those of us that consider ourselves good cooks understand the frustration of feeding extras but also love watching them enjoy what we created."
"You're the cook, Tim?" Robert Lewis asked.
"He is," Grace answered. "I'm an absolute disaster in the kitchen. I can burn water. Anytime he's gone on business trips during our marriage I've survived on microwave meals and takeout."
"But she grows the best vegetables around."
"Thank you, dear."
"Good thing Mark got that from you or he'd starve since he also inherited your cooking skills. Thank God all he has to do is microwave those potatoes. Even if they blow up he can still eat them. He just might have to scrape them off the walls of the supply thing."
"Timothy dear," Grace smiled sweetly.
"Crossed the line?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No, but you're sitting on top of it."
"Yes, dear." He replied chagrined but hiding a smirk as the others in the room stifled laughs and chuckles.
The picture on the tv screen had changed and now Cathy was sitting in her chair to the left with a different astronaut seated across from her.
"Dr. Christopher Beck, flight surgeon, biologist, and EVA specialist for the Ares III mission. Welcome."
"Thank you, Ms. Andrews."
"So tell us about how you met Mark and what your first impressions of him were."
"Sure, Mark and I were selected for the same candidate class. I'll be honest, I know we met somewhere along the way during the application process, and I know we met again at the introductory press conference and dinner, but I was so overwhelmed I don't remember those times. Everything happened so fast. I'm sure it has nothing on the press from the events the very first astronaut classes did, but it still overwhelmed me. So, I have to say we met at our first astronaut candidate meeting and got to know each other during training. I wasn't sure what to make of him at first. He's smart, really smart. I mean he has a Ph.D. in Botany and a Master's in mechanical engineering. I think all he has to do to get that Ph.D. is to write his dissertation." He stopped and chuckled.
"What?" Cathy asked.
"I was just thinking he could probably write his dissertation on all the work he's done on Mars to stay alive. He had to get Pathfinder working again. He also had to develop a way to make water and that's just what we know he's done. I imagine almost any university would give him his doctorate for that. All he'd have to do is write up what he did, and he's probably already done that in his logs. We're all trained to keep track of all our work."
"I'm sure several will offer him an honorary doctorate."
"He might not accept one. He likes to prove he knows what he knows. He might want to work for it, then again, he's human. He might just appreciate the recognition. I didn't finish answering your question, where was I?"
"You were saying he was really smart."
"Oh yes, he is, but he also loves a good time and gave the appearance of not taking anything seriously, even when he was thinking. It took me a while to catch on to him and how his brain operates. Once I did, we started to get along really well. He became one of my closest friends."
"I'd imagine that made it all the more exciting when you were assigned to the same flight."
"It did, and before you ask, yes it also made it all the harder when we thought we had lost him."
"I believe the records show that you called his death."
Chris tightened his jaw and replied tersely, "Based on the data we had, I did."
Cathy seemed to take the hint and thanked him.
"She wasn't supposed to ask about that!" Lewis said.
"No, and don't worry, if she'd continued I would have walked off the set, or CJ would have come on set and cut it off. I can't believe she even tried it with CJ there."
"You'd think she'd know better. Then again she's young. Maybe she doesn't know who Ms. Cregg is," Grace said.
"Then she's a lousy journalist and needs to do her research," Melissa replied. "I know, I know CJ isn't being interviewed, but she accompanied each of us that went in person to the studio. You'd think Cathy would have realized that she was someone important."
"Hell, she even flew out to California to be with us," Beth said. "She started the video call to make sure Cathy knew she was watching."
"CJ is a formidable woman, not someone I'd want to mess with," Rick said.
"You'd better not be messing with any woman, formidable or not," Marissa said.
"Si, querida."
"Joining us now via satellite from the Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena, are Beth Johanssen and Alex Vogel. Thank you both for taking time out to talk to us."
"You're welcome," Alex said and Beth nodded.
"So we've been asking your crewmates how they met Mark and what their first impression of him was. We'd love to hear your answers."
They looked at each other and Alex gestured for Beth to go first.
"I'd seen Mark around the office, but I don't think we met until we were assigned to the Ares III crew. Right away I knew he'd be fun to be around, but I'd have to watch out for pranks from him and Martinez."
Alex chuckled, "They are quite good at that. I also met Mark for the first time when we were assigned to Ares III. He was the first person to reach out. Everyone was welcoming, I don't wish for anyone to misunderstand, but Mark was the one that sought me out and invited me out to a bar for drinks."
"And karaoke," Beth added with a giggle.
Alex's eyes went wide, then he shook his head while laughing. "I had forgotten about that."
"Or maybe blocked it out," she joked, "because Watney and Martinez doing 'You're the One that I Want' from Grease is pretty hard to forget. I think it's burned in my brain."
Alex groaned, "I was remembering them dragging Dr. Beck up with them to sing the song if you can call it that, 'Call Me Maybe."
Now Beth groaned, "Ok, that one I'd forgotten. Mark has a thing for karaoke. We went multiple times, though I think the first one was the best. Why oh why didn't we record it?"
"That sounds amusing. Thank you for sharing that. I'm sure our viewers will all be imagining that now and laughing." Cathy smiled as the two on the screen were replaced by the last crew member.
"Oh man, the karaoke. We have to do that again when Mark gets back to Earth." Martinez said.
"You can do it without me," Beck replied. "I am never again going to a bar with you two without first making sure there is no damn machine in the joint."
"Or you could just not drink that night," Lewis deadpanned.
"You wound me, commander," Beck said. "Besides you know those two would never let that happen. I'd be better off staying home."
"They'll just come to your house with a six-pack and the karaoke machine they bought off Amazon," Beth commented.
Beck groaned as Rick said, "Thanks for the suggestion Johanssen."
"I'm gonna-" Beck started.
"You're gonna what?" Johanssen asked, feigning sweetness.
"I don't know but I'll come up with something. Maybe when you least expect it you'll get decaf."
"You wouldn't!"
"You never know."
"That's just wrong, Christopher Lee Beck."
"Oh we're middle naming now are we, Bethany June Johanssen."
Lewis shook her head. "Alright children, enough now. Threaten each other later, ok."
"Yes ma'am," they both grumbled as Martinez laughed.
"Finally joining us from the Ares III crew, commander Melissa Lewis, naval captain and I believe an accomplished pilot as well as squadron leader before joining NASA. Since then she has flown two Hermes rehab missions, as well as one six-month mission on ISS2. You're a hard woman to get a hold of Captain Lewis."
"Well, I am rather busy," Melissa replied.
"Yes, ma'am. We'll try to keep this short then."
"I'd appreciate it."
"Tell us about meeting Mark, and what you thought of him."
"I first met Mark when he interviewed to become an astronaut. I was part of the panel completing the interviews. I was impressed with his answers and felt his easy-going manner would make him a good addition to any crew, someone who could help any crew gel together, and he has been."
"Well that was short and sweet," Rick said.
"I figured it was better that way. I didn't even want to be there, but I know that it's the best way to get support and more money from Congress. I would never have done it otherwise."
"Which is why even Annie agreed to the interviews," Beth commented, then pointed at the screen. "Speaking of."
"Now the woman we all know as the face of NASA, Annie Montrose."
"Oh she hates that," Grace said. "Look at her. She already looks like she wants to murder that woman."
"You might be enjoying this a little too much dear."
"Nah, what I'd enjoy is watching Sanders get raked over the coals by Cathy or better yet by Annie and CJ on live tv."
"Oh my love, I do like your thinking."
"Me too, Mrs. W."
"Me three."
A chorus of other voices agreed and was followed by laughter.
"Thanks, Cathy."
"So when and how did you first meet Mark Watney?"
"During the astronaut candidate training period, we do a series of PR and media sessions. As you are well aware, the astronauts all spend time making appearances as needed."
"The good old 'week in a barrel'." Cathy laughed.
"Yes," Annie said. "That term has stuck around since the early NASA days. Mark was a standout on his class's PR days. Most astronauts haven't had to speak to reporters and only occasionally had to talk to crowds before they join us, so we spend time practicing those skills. Mark is at ease with everyone. He's a people person. His biggest problem was being too casual and too relaxed much too quickly with reporters. We had to work on the lines and how not to cross them, though sometimes he'd do it on purpose with that damned smirk of his. He loved pushing my buttons and pushing the boundaries. Being alone has to have been tough on him."
"I'm sure it is."
"Dr. Shields is worried about that," Melissa said.
"Yes," Mark's mother said, "she spoke to us about it. She wanted a list of all of his friends and family who could send him letters, emails, or voice messages."
Melissa nodded, "She put out the word to everyone in the astronaut office for the same reason."
"She has good intentions," Beck said, "but I worry too many emails will overwhelm him. After a year alone, while he may crave social interaction, he may also be out of the habit of communicating with others."
"So we should take turns?" Alex asked.
"I know that's not what Dr. Shields suggests, but I think it's better," Beck said.
"You know him better than she does," Melissa says. "We'll make up a schedule tomorrow."
"Karen Rhodes, Ares I mechanical engineer, and current professor of mechanical engineering at Northwestern University in Chicago, Illinois, welcome to the Watney Report."
"Thank you, Cathy. Shall I tell you how I met Mark?"
"Yes, please."
"I spotted Mark at the welcome party for his astronaut class. He was working the room expertly, but it was just him being his typical friendly self. We ended up at the buffet table at the same time. He recognized me; I'd already been assigned to the Ares I mission. He introduced himself and asked me to lunch. He said it was just to talk about engineering. We did that, then he asked me out to dinner. He's funny and kind and sweet. He takes after his parents in that regard."
"Wait til Mark finds out his first NASA date is now practically his sister," Timothy joked.
"So when do we send that message?" Rick asked.
"I can do it as soon as I'm back at JPL tomorrow," Beth promised.
Beck shook his head. "I think we should wait and send him this clip and then go from there."
"Please welcome Dr. Venkat Kapoor, director of Mars Missions, back to the show. Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule to join us."
Venkat smiles easily. "No problem, always glad to speak with you, Cathy. I believe you're about to ask me how I met Mark and what I thought of him."
She chuckles, "Ah, the word is out."
He nods, "Yes, yes it is. So I met Mark during the candidate review process. I worked with the chief astronaut, at the time it was Angela Moureau, to look over the applications and choose candidates to begin the interview and physical process. Mark was highly qualified, then again all of our astronauts are highly qualified. When I sat on the interview committee it struck me that Mark was almost two different people from the interview to the social hour that evening. It was clear he could be a professional but that he could have fun and get along with nearly everyone. He made the rounds of the party, introducing himself to everyone as if he were a seasoned diplomat. When we asked him to join us he could barely contain his excitement. I think he was the first of his astronaut class to move to Houston, long before he needed to be there. We always allow our new astronauts time to tie up loose ends before we start training."
"I tried to get him to stay in Chicago for another week or two," Grace said, "but he was determined to get there as soon as possible and get settled in."
"He lived in a hotel for a month until he found an apartment, didn't he?" Lewis asked.
"We both did," Chris said. "He beat me to Houston by three days and we both took rooms back in the same hotel we'd stayed in for the interviews."
"At least he let you help him decorate the apartment once he'd moved in," Timothy said to his wife.
"Yes, and now all of that is gone, thrown away or donated."
"All of it Mrs. W?"
"Rick dear, I know I've asked you to call me Grace."
"Yes you have, but my Madre would have my head if I did, sorry."
Marissa laughed, "He's right and no one would have to tell her, she'd just know."
"Quiet," Mark's dad shushed them all. "It's our turn."
"Finally we're especially pleased to be joined by Mark's parents: Mr. and Mrs. Timothy and Grace Watney. Thank you both so much for being here."
They both nodded.
"We've been hearing all about Mark as an astronaut from candidacy through this mission. Tell us about Mark as a child."
"Mark was a happy-go-lucky child," his mother said. "He woke up happy. He smiled and cooed all day long."
"It was always easy to tell when he wasn't in a good mood because that smile disappeared," Timothy put in.
"True, and he could pout for days when he was put out, but then one day he'd be back to his smiling self again. He always seemed to work out his problems on his own. He was also the kid on the playground that made friends with everyone. When you could keep him on the playground that is."
"And that was always a battle," his father laughed. "If he spotted a flower or onion plant, or just tall grass he was off to check it out. He didn't get mischievous until middle school and then it became all about pushing the boundaries, pretty typical for the age."
"And we always had a houseful of teenagers. Mark was always making new friends, bringing new people home-"
"To eat everything in our pantry."
"It was a good thing we had a large garden in the backyard."
"So he was interested in plants from a young age," Cathy observed. "What about space?"
"Space too."
"Honestly he was interested in almost everything at one point or another, plants were just the one thing he focused on most."
Tim chuckled, "I think his interest in mechanical engineering came about from him trying to better understand auto-watering machines for the garden."
"And then in, what was it, the early 2000s, when they found evidence of water on Mars. He got excited wondering what plants might grow there."
"It sounds like he was uniquely prepared for this mission."
"Yes," his mother responded.
"As much as he could be," his father agreed.
Cathy was once again the lone person on camera. "Next we asked each of our guests what they're doing now. How they're helping? And if they're in contact with Mark how they're getting along?
"I've been keeping in contact with his parents," Rick said. "I've also volunteered to take shifts as CapCom though they haven't needed me yet." He paused and grinned. "Or maybe they think I'll just get him talking about ridiculous stuff and waste time. They might not be wrong. I miss him. He's my best friend and it sucks not being able to talk in real time. That's one reason I've been in contact with his parents. As a pilot, I've also flown Beth and Alex back and forth from Houston to Pasadena."
Beck answered, "I've been consulting with the flight surgeons to plan for food. We can obviously send protein packs but we've also been looking into possible seeds we can send so Mark can continue farming in the Hab and make the most of his time there for the benefit of future missions all while keeping himself alive and giving him some variety in his food so he's not just eating potatoes and green beans. He has plenty of supplements to get all the vitamins he needs but variety in food is a good thing for anyone. With Mark stuck eating just two things, it'll be even better."
"I flew out to JPL as soon as we saw the satellite pictures."
"That's why you weren't at the press briefing announcing those photos, correct?" Cathy asked.
"Yes," Beth replied. "Alex and I flew out, and I went straight to meet with the Pathfinder team. I was able to start speaking with him the first day he got the rover communicating with Pathfinder. I've been doing CapCom duty ever since, alternating with members of Ares II and IV."
"As Beth said we flew out the first day we knew anything. I went to the Ares IV supply missions office, and I've been working with them and with orbital dynamics to figure out the best way to get supplies to Mark. The fastest and safest way to get him what he needs to last until they can get him," Vogel said.
"Anything and everything I can," Melissa responded. "I've met with NASA officials in multiple departments. I'm running an all-Ares office where we all bounce ideas off each other and then take them out to other departments. I'm scheduled to meet with some Congressmen and Senators to encourage them to increase our funding. Right now the NASA budget is less than half a percent of the total government spending and for that, we've made major progress in numerous areas. Things like memory foam, freeze-dried food, fire fighting equipment, the DustBuster, and over 2,000 other things in the fields of computer technology, environment, agriculture, health and medicine, public safety, transportation, recreation, and industrial productivity have come from what we do. Think of what we could do if we got just a little more, say three-quarters of a percent or even a whole percent."
"They sure chose right when they decided to send you to Congress to try and get more money out of them," Timothy said.
"She's got it all memorized," Robert commented.
"Well, am I wrong?" Melissa asked.
"No, and nobody's disagreeing with you. Just saying you're better at making that sound natural than the rest of us," Beth said.
"Yeah she and Kapoor," Rick commented pointing at the television. "How is it that he always looks so calm on that show? I get it when it's Annie, that's her job, but he does too."
"Practice."
"Well, if that's the trick then I don't think I ever want to be that comfortable on camera. I hate being interviewed.
"Ms. Rhodes, you left NASA after the Ares III evacuation, correct?" Cathy asks.
"Yes, I had decided I wasn't going back to space, so it was time to move on."
"How then did you end up part of all of this with Mark?"
Karen smiled tightly and explained about being Mark's astronaut family liaison.
"Oh she's annoyed," Rick said.
"Well it is a stupid question," hissed Beth. "Stupid woman, if she'd done her prep she'd have known why."
"I'd bet she did. She just wants Karen to answer it instead of trying to sound like a know-it-all," Timothy commented.
Grace turned and looked at her husband with a scowl. "You're being kind to her."
"Just trying to give the benefit of the doubt to the person keeping Mark's name out there and trying to make sure NASA is getting positive press as much as possible. They can use all the help they can get. Look, it's Venkat's turn again."
"I've been doing my job. As head of Mars missions, I'm doing all the things I normally do, now that we have contact with Mark, just faster than usual. I've also spent quite a bit of time in DC in meetings with the members of several Congressional committees and subcommittees keeping them updated on what we know and campaigning for more financing."
"Could you tell us which committees?" Cathy asks. "I'm sure our viewers would be interested, and many might want to know whom to contact."
"Certainly, in the House of Representatives, there is the Committee on Science, Space, and Technology with the subcommittees Space and Aeronautics, Research and Technology, and Investigations and Oversight. The House and Senate both have appropriations committees, the subcommittee in the House is Commerce, Justice, Science, and Related Agencies. In the Senate, it's Space and Science. There is also a Budget committee in both the House and the Senate. You can find more information on our website at www . nasa . gov. You can then search for congressional committees or go straight there with www . nasa . gov / offices slas / appropriations / congressional _ committees. If you want to know which congresspeople serve on each committee, you can find the information for the House at www . house . gov and Senate at www . senate . gov. I do want to thank Senators Seaborn of California and Bailey of Oregon for all of their help and support."
"Damn he's good," Timothy said.
"Yeah, Annie loves him."
"And so does Melody."
"Sanders never appreciated him as much as he should have."
"Well, we all know Sanders is an idiot."
Annie gave a half-laugh, "Honestly there's not much I can do but keep the world informed about what's going on."
"We're going to be sending him emails every day with loads of love as soon as that can be arranged," Grace said.
"And to remind him when he gets back, he's grounded for life," Tim added.
"Our next question was 'Is there anything you'd tell Mark that you can't? Any juicy secrets?'"
"Of course there is, but I'm not telling you," Martinez winked and smirked.
"What kinda juicy secrets are you hiding?" Grace asked.
"Not telling you either, sorry Mrs. W."
"No worries," Marissa added, "I know what it is, and it's nothing bad."
"Nothing," Beck said, "and even if there were, I wouldn't tell you."
Beth answered, "Nope because as CapCom I tell him everything I can."
"That I am a supervillain and he has to come back to Earth to stop me because he's my nemesis," Vogel grinned. "No, not really, but it might make him laugh."
"Ok we're finding a way to send him just that first part, Alex," Rick said.
"Go ahead," Alex replied.
"I can't wait to see his response," Timothy said.
"It'll be hysterical no doubt," Grace added. "He might not want to be your nemesis; he might want to join you instead."
"I've already told Mark what I want him to know: to hang on we're going to get him supplies and get him home," Melissa said simply.
"Nothing I can think of. Then again, I have been out of the NASA loop. Maybe someone else can help you with that question," Karen smirked.
"Who has time for juicy secrets?" Venkat deadpanned.
Annie grimaced, "There better not be any juicy secrets."
"Only family things we won't share on international television, or even just national tv," Tim said.
"Not on TV at all," Grace scolded her husband as he smiled.
"Anything you want to share with us, Tim?" Rick asked only to be swatted in the head by his wife.
"Ignore him," Marissa implores.
"The final question for our interview: What do you plan on doing when this is all over and Mark is safely back on Earth?"
Rick smiled, "I'm gonna take Watney out for beer and pizza as soon as he's cleared and then I'm getting back on the flight list."
"You want to go back to space?"
"To space yes," he nods, "but not to Mars. I'd love to do a resupply and visit the Moon or do a short stint on the ISS2, but I can't be so far away for so long again. My wife would have something to say about that."
"You're damned right!" Marissa said to the hoots of laughter from the room. "You're lucky I'm willing to let you go again at all."
"I'll be going with Rick and Mark for pizza and beer. We've talked about it several times. I don't see space again in my future," Beck said, "but I will stay with NASA, maybe in the flight surgeons department or maybe in training and research. We'll see, that's a ways off and we have to get there first. Who knows what will happen in my life between now and then."
"I wouldn't mind going back to space, an expedition on the ISS2 would be great. Otherwise, I'd love to go work at JPL if they'll have me," Beth replied.
"They'd be fools not to," Melissa said, ", especially with all the help you're giving them now."
"I thought you wanted to stay in Houston," Beck said, trying not to look disappointed.
"I might," Beth responded without seeing his expression.
"I'll be back in Germany to live, though I will still visit my crew," Vogel answered.
"I don't know," Melissa says. "I have the years in to retire from the Navy, but there are interesting prospects there. I had planned on returning when we were done with our flight, but now I won't leave NASA until Mark is back. I will see this through to the end and worry about my future when we're much closer to his arrival."
"I imagine I'll be arranging Mark's world tour," Annie sighed. "Well Mark and his Ares crewmates from both missions, as many of them as I can get at a time. That ought to keep me busy for a while, then it will all depend on what NASA comes up with next."
"I'll get back to teaching," Karen answered. "Since I live in Chicago now, if Mark decides to move back there I imagine I'll be helping his parents find him a place and set it up."
"I'll still be planning missions, possibly planning a colony based on what we learn from Mark's time on Mars. This is not the best thing that's ever happened to us," Venkat replied, "but we are taking advantage of the situation with Mark's full cooperation and learning all we can about long-term living on a foreign planet. We might be able to accelerate our colony plans."
"I'll hug him as soon as he steps off the plane," Tim said, "well as soon as Grace is done. Then I just might shake him for all of this, then hug him some more."
"I'm going to start nagging him for grandchildren, or at least a grand dog. Guess we'll be helping him find an apartment too. We'll probably stay in Houston with him for the first few months he's back."
"I just want to thank all of our guests again for their time. We all learned a lot about Mark and your relationships with him. Once again we're going to put the websites to find out more about the Congressional committees on the screen and thank you all for tuning in. We'll see you next time on the Watney Report."