... Uncle Scrooge managed to communicate to me, and tried to get me to turn around. But... there was a meteor storm. I didn't know what I was doing. Turns out, flying a plane and flying a rocket-ship are two different things. So the ship got hit... hard.

I woke up on the moon... with my leg right under one of the broken parts of the ship.

[ She won't go into the gory details of what happened with her limbs, for his sake. ]

... For ten years, I was on the moon. All by myself. Trying so hard to repair the ship and go home.