The Astronaut stands in a lecture hall, at an opportunity to tell the story of her adventure, but she finds herself surrounded by female voices saying 'you don't know what you are talking about.' She looks down at her note cards, useless, the lines have been replaced with the same words, 'you don't know what you are talking about'...no reference material, she scratches the plan. She unlatches and slips the helmet off, takes a deep breath, feels the air give her body substance to form her words. Then she removes her silver gloves and begins to talk. She tells details of her most personal vulnerable moment in her time in inner space. Gradually, audience members become visible, one by one, filling the seemingly empty chairs until the room is full.