Beaming Like a Spaceman

Astronaut Greg Chamitoff hovered up and down inside the International Space Station, as he spoke to a class full of pupils via a satellite link up. He was in his navy NASA crew polo shirt, with a lot of computer equipment in the background. Looking like a scene from a Hollywood movie.
Back at the London school a young boy with chocolate smudged on the side of his face asked “How do astronauts go to the toilet?”
“You have to be very careful going to the toilet. We have to use suction, which takes a little time to get use to.” Chamitoff explained.
The second question was from a young girl with her hair in a half-up half-down pony tail. “What does the Earth look like from space?” she asked smiling.
Beaming like a spaceman he replied “It’s beautiful and it’s great when you can make out whole countries like Australia or the boot of Italy.”
“The next question is from someone very special to you Dr Chamitoff.” Head teacher Vivienne Orloff announced. Standing next to her was a tall woman with blonde highlights in her pitch black hair. “Will you marry me Greg?” the woman asked, delight showing on her face.
“Karen is that you?”
“Yes it’s Karen” all the school children shouted simultaneously.
There was a tense ten second wait before Chamitoff replied, cheering “I should be proposing to you and yes I will!”
Suddenly there was a roar of applause from the classroom. Without warning the gigantic television screen showing Astronaut Chamitoff turned black, a series of words in red scrolling from the side of the screen. Disconnected Due To Emergency.