The protocol droid See-Threepio peered out the<br >viewport of the damaged escape pod. The long night<br >was over， and a new day was beginning.<br > "It s getting light outside，" he said， relieved. Then<br >Threepio realized that it was time to exit the pod.<br >Although the close quarters were cramped， he still<br >preferred them to the perils that might lie on the<br >unfamiliar planet.<br > "Actually， it s not that bright yet，" he added<br >quickly.<br > "Forget it， Threepio. I say we take off， pronto."<br >This voice rose from the padded gee-couch， where<br >twelve-year-old Stuart Zissu had been sleeping. Now<br >he jumped up and began to buckle on his survival<br >belt.<br >"