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Scout, a dog tucked under each arm, propelled herself out of the cabin doorway and back down the hall to the airlock. She made a long arc down its length, touching down halfway to her destination. The next bound only took her half as far, and from there she was taking something closer to steps than sailing jumps.
Gravity was coming back faster than she had expected. She set the dogs down and let them walk the last bit of the way.
There were no screens in the airlock room, no way to see what was happening as the floor bucked under her feet and she caught hold of the doorway to keep from falling to the ground. They buoyed back up, then dropped again, shimmying a bit from side to side.
Scout closed her eyes and willed the rising bile taste at the back of her throat to subside. She reall
