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Five hours after the crash, Janine and Randall had been airlifted to safety by the nearest rescue unit, the Gosford-based crew, had been strapped into cryogurneys for examination, and had been flown directly to Botany Bay, half-way around the planet, neither of them in any acute distress—Janine's blood-covered scalp and Randall's burnt formalls notwithstanding. She had slept the entire way, the deep dreamless sleep of healing. After their arrival, they'd been subjected to every medical test available on the relatively remote planet, shuffled from one room to the next, one machine to the next, and the only odd finding was the high level of nitrogen in their blood.
“As though you've been underwater for several hours,” the first doctor had said.
Janine sighed and suffered through yet ano
