CARL HAD WARNED THE crew. Everyone was in their crash seats. Haggardy had taken the master’s chair, and even Flux had been unbound and was sitting in a bag that Carl had strapped into a seat on the bridge. The little fella’s head peeked out, and his long, black-tufted ears were switching to and fro. He seemed to have got a lot better as soon as he was released.
Haggardy had insisted that Harrington stay within his sight. She was sitting at the comm control.
Carl’s pilot’s screen was live, the measurements and graphs glowing as bright as they ever had, which was a welcome sight after days of darkness. Lee’s advice had been spot on. The ship’s systems had rebooted like a dream. The interior lights had come on, the air circulation system had whirred to life—everything had started up as if i
