I changed all the planets, mixed the stars, made new maps, painted the galaxies, rebuilt all my spaceships. New long bridges wanted to touch me its silver hands. At first I was afraid, all my body felt hurt. Then I remembered about my logbook and found new schemes there. Put them on my drawing, threw all my armors and flew back home.
My home grumbled me a little, but I lit candles and presented him fresh apples, and ... he smiled again. That's fine, I thought, developing a new route in my head.
Cranberry tea with mint is very good now!