We all know our film cliches, right? I'd been obsessed with anything to do with space since I was a kid, which probably has something to do with my current job in ground control.
I still love everything to do with it, but the biggest phase I went through was the space horror genre.
My favourite is Event Horizon, obviously, but you give me the name of the shlockiest, tackiest film you can think of and I'll watch it.
Every time we send out a crew I'm half convinced something is going to happen. The rumours are true - we've all seen and heard things out there with our guys.
For the most part they leave us alone, and we leave them alone, so it's all good.
Still, I sit there and watch the screens, waiting for them to cut to black, or to static. That's how it happens in all the films, right? Cut to static, and cue the screams.
Ground control has to sit there and listen, but are thankfully spared the visuals.
That didn't happen when Murray told us about the airlock door opening and closing. Oh, we got the audio alright, but the visuals never did cut out.
We on Ground Control got to watch in horrified silence as our boys were vivisected, slowly, fully conscious and screaming.
We got to watch as the creatures chattered at each other, before finding and engaging the sequence to bring the shuttle back home to Earth.
If we were in a movie we would have been spared the visuals. We wouldn't have been frozen in horror when the time came to act.
One of us would have been able to leap into action, team up with a ragtag band of specialist military, and save the world.
Life isn't a movie. The pod touched down off the coast of New York twenty minutes ago, acting as a beacon for the hundred others waiting just outside our atmosphere.
If you'll allow me one last cliche - God help us. God help us all.