“So now what?” Dylan wants to know.
“Marie’s doing well, right?” Shanley nods, and Dylan continues.
“That’s all you really came back here for, isn’t it? Make sure she
has the medicine, make sure she’ll have the baby. We can leave now,
can’t we?”
“What if you’re infected?” Shanley
asks, his quiet voice low in the empty corridor.
“We’re not sick—” Dylan
starts.
Shanley stops and looks at us, at our hands
laced together, at the fear I know he sees in our eyes. “You
mightbe,” he says softly. “Either of you two might be
carrying the virus. What happens when we go back to the carrier?
When we head back into the station?” Dixon’s station isn’t as large
as the S410 but it easily houses almost a hundred people at any
given time, technicians and pilots, there’s always a ship docking
in the bay, always a crew taking off to map another sector. If
we’re carrying something that manages to get through the
decontamination procedures—if it doesn’t even register on the