He had reached the deck where crew quarters were located when he was hailed.
“Hart.” Ridge, the cryo tech who’d been his crèche mate, came toward him, and it was obvious he was headed in the same direction. His gaze was as worn as Hart felt.
“Ridge.” Hart waited for him to fall into step with him.
“Any idea why the captain wants us?”
“No.” Hart glanced at Ridge from the corner of his eye. If Ridge didn’t realize this could be the end, Hart wasn’t going to be the one to enlighten him. “How are our passengers faring?”
Ridge scowled. The crew had been wearing the masks for such a long time, they’d learned to decipher what facial expressions could be seen above the nose piece. “We’ve lost another dozen. I told the med techs we wouldn’t be able to continue supporting that many people, but
