An (Inter)stellar Fresh Start

The blue curve of the planet Earth appears at Molly’s window. She presses both of her faces against it in joyous anticipation. This is going to be her fresh start. There’s a knock at her cabin door. “Come in!” A steward appears in the entrance. “We’re about to land in, er—” He checks one of his six hands to remind himself of a piece of information. “Well, the humans call it Texas.” “What’s the weather like?” “Hot and sunny.” “And the date?” “The humans named this particular date New Year’s Day. They are certainly in for a shock on this one.”