Ellie's backpack slides from her hands, and she clutches the gown closed with her fingers, staring at the huge machine. It looks like some kind of space-age transport device, and as cool as that is, she can't help but worry what it's going to find.

She tries to remember that she's still got a fully functioning brain. She doesn't appear to be damaged, so it can't be that extensive. Probably just a few spores, right?

Taking a deep breath, she climbs into the device, laying down on her back and squeezing her legs together, telling herself to breathe.

"Okay. Let's do it."