When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn’t overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.<br><br>John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John’s situation more bearable.<br><br>The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It’s their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn’t operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.

Expedition 63 Book 1: Dusk

“A minute and a half without oxygen and you were unconscious for ten hours.” John didn’t look happy when he said it. A shiver raced through them both, transferring from John to Jason where their legs to their torsos touched. “I may have lost my cool for a few minutes there.”


Jason’s hands clenched, a feeling with nothing behind it. There was no epiphany, not a shred of a picture, only the sense of hard metal muffled through gloves and pants. As he was about to physically shake off the sensation, his head twanged a warning. Any movement of his skull would be met with swift repercussions. He went with words, instead. “Tell me about it.”


“I may have tried to let you back in when I was in the airlock without a suit,” John muttered. If John’s skin was any lighter, he was sure he’d see a dark flush of embarrassment on his prominent cheeks. “But Turlach was taking too long.”


“What?” How did that have anything to do with what happened? What had happened? “Just, start from the beginning.”


Chapter 49