Chapter 43

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I don’t know what I’m expecting—people

lining the corridors, maybe, craning their necks to gawk at us. But

there areno people, and the corridors are empty. Our boot

heels echo off the steel with a hollow sound that seems to fill the

whole ship and the place feels deserted, like we’re the only ones

here. “Where is everybody?” Dylan asks. He walks beside me and I

can feel his hand hovering near my back protectively.

Ellington walks ahead, setting a fast pace.

“This part of the ship’s closed off,” he explains, leading us away

from the airlock. The lights around us are dimmed, at half power—I

thought maybe they were simulating evening, but apparently not. “It

takes a lot to keep a ship this size running, as you can imagine,

and we only have two power supplies—one up now, the other on

standby. When one goes down, it takes about two months for it to

recharge.” He glances over his shoulder to make sure we’re keeping

up.

Shanley is right behind him and then Parker,