The  trois  astronauts float in nervous attitudes. There's noone at the steering wheel. The experiments in the other  pièce  aren't going well (the bugs won't float, and the hyper-celery is growing upsidedown). On top of which, they're all afraid of the  lune  today (an added strain which none of them would admit to the other, though they all know they share it).     Ce soir-là, Melissa et moi avons regardé la navette à la télévision.