Welcome to stories from Among the Stars. You're listening to The Last Watch by J.S. Dewas.

Chapter 37

Cavalon's side as he looked out across the black void.

Static light sparked in thin lines in the not distant enough distance,

illuminating the matte black hull of the station in flashes of sharp white light.

It was weirdly peaceful, like watching lightning flash across thunderheads as a storm rolled in off the sea, except it was nothing quite so tedious as a thunderstorm.

One good thing about being out on the hall with rake was that he no longer sweat buckets out every poor.

Instead the sweat had chilled into a viscous film all over his bruised aching, tired, beaten body, and as icy wet clothes stuck to every part of him, life was good.

The discomfort proved a solid distraction from the fact that Rake had to pull him 30 meters to their destination

and the only thing they could tether to was each other.

Though the whole excursion had yet to feel the proper amount of dire.

Ray could been the picture of cool, calm, and collected as she palmed her way carefully

across the surface toward the purge valve, making small expert adjustments with her MMU, lugging him behind

like a weightless anchor. The whole time she'd been telling him all about Titan hazing rituals. He assumed for his benefit, but now he wasn't

so sure. Wistful sighs and heavy silences cluttered her words, and she'd lost her place and repeated the same bit a few times.

Kavillon had just realized she might be the one who needed a distraction and intended to take over the task of Storyteller when she let out a particularly resounding

science said,

This is it.

He looked up to where she hovered three meters above, or to the left. He cursed to himself as he realized he'd completely

lost track of which way was up, or which way had been up when they'd exited through

the access hatch, though he supposed it didn't really

matter, so long as Rake knew where they were.

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