CHAPTER EIGHT
Mila found the spacesuits on the airlock easily enough. They looked worn and ancient, hanging in their proper slots one next to the other. On the left breast, they said 'Supersonic.'
"So that's what the ship must be called," she said to herself. She ran her fingers over the surfaces. They had well-worn scratches and even a few patches here and there, but they looked intact so far. There were five spacesuits, a steel one, a yellow one, a green one, a blue one, and a red one, larger than the rest.
She picked out the steel one, it fit her well. She wondered if it'll hold together, held her breath and puffed her cheeks, and cycled the airlock, keeping her eyes shut and her palm over the button that would stop the cycle in an emergency. She waited. No leaks, no hisses, no feeli
