Chapter 18

I tramped back to our poor, battered Emmy

Ed came sliding down from the starboard side of the ship. After his boneheaded action in opening the airlock, I was pleased to see he’d at least had the sense to change his clothing. None of us could afford to come down with pneumonia.

“How bad is it?” I asked.

“You look like a yeti.”

“Thanks so much.”

“Well, you do. You’d better change as soon as we get in.”

“My very intention. And you’d better not be laughing.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s go in.”

We knocked the snow off our boots and entered the cabin. Doc and Hank were just putting on their jackets.

“Nick?”

“The background radiation count is three times higher than Terra, but it’s still well below the danger level.” I shed my jacket, got out of my wet shirt, and looked around for a spare.

“In your case, Nick.”

“Thanks, Doc.” I took out a bag, opened it, and pulled out a dry shirt. “We’ll be okay, I think,” I said as I changed into it.