Suddenly, hanging beside them in the void, was the black needle of Arctur's spaceship. It was probably half a kilometre or so away but was drifting closer. Its glossy black shape glistened in the light from a ball of blazing gas which hurtled past them. More and more were shooting past, all headed for the same point in space: a single bright point, millions of kilometres away. A huge nebula of gas surrounded it filled with shimmering objects and proto-stars. It looked as though the time-treadmill and Arctur's ship were being drawn towards it.
'We've caught them!' Tails panted. 'Do we attack?'

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