Finally, after what seemed like an age, a ladder appeared in the distance. The pace of their crawling suddenly picked up in anticipation of reaching their destination. Sure enough, there was a hatch above them. Tabitha tried to open it but it was locked.
Tabitha banged it with her hand. No response.
She looked back with a frown.
Then she banged again more vigorously.
There was a clinking noise and the sound of noises. Then the hatch door opened and a foul smell entered the tunnel.
A voice came from above. There was a sense of fear and dread.
“Come quickly. Come on.”
It was a pale white freckled woman with red hair. When I clamored out of the hatch I was met with a scene of devastation. The charred remains of purple people were strewn across the floor of a spaceship hanger. The lighting was flickering on and off. Tabitha was staring blankly at me.
The red-haired woman was in a frenzy now.
“Come, come. We need to get off this station!” she implored.
We followed her out of instinct. She was now the only one with a plan.
She talked as she ran.
“Uncle Robbie, he told me there was a ship here that I could take. They’ll be back. We need to get outta here.”