Ann had ordered everyone into their suits and on independent supplies for the jump, but nothing unfortunate happened. Once they were cruising toward home, Ann called an all-crew meeting. "People, we've managed what few non-survey ships have ever done: We've located a planet that seems to be habitable, and it looks like we'll make it home to tell about it. Now, through the process of elimination, and not a few outright bribes," she paused to glare at a widely-grinning Thom Oslund, "we have narrowed the choice of names down to either Frisland or Hy-Brazil for the planet, and Farflung or Fortune's Cross for the star. I now call for a show of hands for Frisland." She paused and counted, then shook her head. "I'm not going to bother with Hy-Brazil. Seven votes for Frisland. Now, votes for Fortune's Cross?" she again counted. "You people worry me. Planet Frisland, fourth planet of the Farflung star system it is." * * * The voyage through hyperspace was long and boring, but not arduous.
