Even after a moment to adjust, Oliver was still staring open-mouthed. He couldn't believe what the planet looked like--not the colours, not the shapes, not the sight. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

"Leela," he finally said, his voice soft, as though breaking the silence could somehow ruin the perfection of this moment, "this is..." But he trailed off there, shaking his head. There were no words for this. Instead, he took her hand in his, hoping she would understand the message he was trying to send. A moment like this didn't need words; it just needed a friend to share it with. Still, he breathed a very soft, "Wow," under his breath.