Good News and Bad News

Lister opened his eyes, immediately regretting it.

"Did it work?" His throat felt...unused.

Kryten came into view, looking worried. "Yes and no, sir."

Lister sat up fully, pulling the stasis-patches off his arms. "What's that mean, Krytes? We either made it to Earth, or we didn't."

"We... did make it, sir."

"Yes!" He punched the air. "Smegging fantastic!"

"...and then we kept going."

"Eh?"

"We overshot it, sir. By about... two million light years."

"Okay." He let the fact settle. "Just means we're one million light years closer than when we started." They could go around again. Why not?