Chapter Twenty-Eight
Omesh
Anjali wasn’t singing her happy little song anymore. She was singing something Omesh didn’t recognize, something low and mournful. She would stop occasionally, as if drifting off to sleep, but then pick it up again several moments later, not missing a word between.
Omesh sat in front of the only access panel in the sleeper pod. He examined and reexamined all the connections, but it was all useless. The part that had failed was outside the pod and he couldn’t get to it. The louvers that were supposed to open to help shed the heat must not have opened. Some connection had broken, or something was blocking their function. There had been some bumping after the detonation of Barnacle Town—nothing major, but perhaps it had been enough to jar something loose or jam s
