"Do you see anything?" the pilot of the shuttle asked the co-pilot. "Our beam says we're close, but I can't see a thing. We should be seeing something. Some glint, some reflection. The sun is straight behind us.
"I see nothing," said the co-pilot. "I thought I did a minute or so ago. But there's nothing now."
"I'd hate to run into the damn thing," the pilot said. "Why don't you get on the horn, check with the station?"
The co-pilot picked up the mike. "Station," he said. "Station, this is Shuttle. Can you tell us where we are?"
"Shuttle," said a voice, "our readings put you right on top of it. Don't you see anything at all? Can't you spot it?"
"Negative. We cannot see it."
"Sheer off," said Station. "To the left. You're too close. Try an approach from another angle."
"Sheering off7" the pilot said. "We'll get out and try a new approach."
The co-pilot grabbed his arm. ~‘My god," he said, "do you see what I see? Will you look at that!"