Jenny was silent for a while. “Promise me something?” she finally asked. “If they ever come for you, promise you’ll let me know?”
“Why?” I had trouble believing Jenny really wanted to leave. Maybe this was all some sort of joke.
“Just promise,” Jenny said.
“No.” Even if she was serious, Jenny was the last person I wanted following me into space.
Jenny took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you, too. If they ever come for me.”
Rated G. This is a young adult SF story.