Log Entry 04.30.3021, 16:23
hours
Ansel and the others got back on the
ship, and it was all I could do not to jump them immediately about
that sample. Rion seemed as eager as I—we met the crew at the
airlock, something we had never done before, and I swear he shifted
from foot to foot as we waited for them to hurry the hell up. Get
out of those suits, decompressurize, decontaminate. I was ready to
just grab the boy’s shoulders and kiss him already, bet or no bet,
I wanted him that bad.
Finally the light above the airlock
doors turned green, and we stepped back. The others filed into the
room dressed in the thin, mesh Spandex flight suits we wear
onboard, Ansel and Paol with armloads of little plastic bags and
glass vials full of samples. Excuse me, specimens. And
Jareth with
