50 length of the cargo compartments making sure there were no problems, which there never were, but doing the walks broke the monotony. Walking down the corridor between the crew’s cabins he thought about stopping to see if Danielle was okay. Unlike Ruiz and Benson, he didn’t think her room being cluttered with useless moon rocks meant she was crazy. It was odd but not crazy. He was about to knock on her door when he heard a voice whispering behind him. He turned just in time to see the face of Marslow just before she wrapped a cable around his neck and yanked it, instantly breaking his neck. Hearing a noise, Danielle opened her door and went out into the corridor in time to see Marslow dragging Tou’s body into the sleep chamber. She hit the button on the ship’s intercom. “Commander meet me at the sleep chamber,” she yelled into it. “We’re right behind you,” the Commander said running down the corridor toward her with Ruiz following. “<strong>The</strong>y got Tou,” she said. “Who is they?” the Commander asked not breaking her stride and pulling Danielle along with her. “<strong>The</strong> crew in the pods,” Danielle said. “How is that possible?” Ruiz said as they came to a stop outside of the sleep chamber. “I don’t know exactly,” Danielle said. “It’s some kind of dissociative effect, only in this case it’s not mental, their bodies are materializing outside of their real bodies and outside of the pods. It’s like split personalities where both personalities have a form. <strong>The</strong> buried psy-
51 chopathic part of their personalities within each of the crew members in the pods is forming outside their bodies” “What would cause that?” <strong>The</strong> Commander asked. “<strong>The</strong> pods,” Danielle said. “You said Marslow had Tou,” the Commander said. “What about Marcie?” “I don’t know,” Danielle answered. “But we can’t go in there.” “We have no choice,” the Commander said, putting her hand on the button to open the sleep chamber door. As the door opened, in front of the escape module stood Commander Wilson, Thompson, Marslow and the other medic, Renslow. Behind them Marcie was pounding on the window from inside the escape module, a look of terror on her face and contorted into inaudible screaming. Commander Wilson put his hand on the eject button of the module. “Don’t do . . .,” Commander Lansing yelled just as Commander Wilson pressed the button. <strong>The</strong> module shot off into space away from the ship, sucking Commander Wilson, Marslow, Thompson and Renslow out with it. Commander Lansing hit the button to the sleep chamber door, closing it just as the monitors of the crew in the sleep pods went blank. In the flight cabin the Commander re-calibrated their trajectory back to Mars. “We’ll be home in six months,” she said. “Will they ever be able to find the module?” Danielle asked.