"Impossible..." I mumbled, staring at the blip on the screen.
"Sir, we're being hailed."A young recruit said.
We all stood there for a moment, unsure what to do or say. "Answer it." I commanded, standing straighter. A single press of a button and our radio buzzed to life, strange voices on the other end, talking in scrambled languages. Finally, a clear voice made it through the static and to our ears.
"We come in peace, to return your disk." A it said, the unmistakable tune of Beethoven playing in the background.
The contents of the Voyager had finally been returned.