“$ 25 for a buttload of nothing, as it transpired. “Yeah. I struck out,” Skyler said. He pulled the letter out of his parka, which he was still wearing—you didn’t use heaters in the IRTF control room, as heat would distort the telescope’s images. He held up the offending envelope and dramatically tore it in half, then stuffed it into the trashcan. Tamura laughed.”