Back in his room, a million thoughts run through Derek’s head. He has just heard over the communications line that Maeve is alive. She is being brought to Moon Sector C right now. He is both thrilled that she is okay and terrified at the thought of meeting her.
He looks at the mirror. Combs his hair to the left, then back to the right.
“You can do this, Derek!”
Talking to myself. Has it really come to this?
Derek swirls his wheelchair to the left, then back to the right.
I look good, apart from the chair, that is.
He frowns, then looks up at the ceiling.
I promised I’d meet her; there’s no turning back.
Derek wheels out of the room, then down the lift, to the ground level, and over to entry point B. Looking out at the gray, cratered lunar surface, he ponders what is going through Maeve’s head. Some of the debris from the landing is still making its way back to the surface. It reminds him of a video he had seen of it snowing on Earth.
Bodies appear over the top of one of the craters. Then still more.
What should I say? Good to see you. Think, Derek, think!
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