Josh breathed deeply to calm himself and allowed his mind to drift. When he saw those elegant Teneran hands hovering over his ship’s console, he realized he was dreaming and jerked awake. Twenty minutes had passed. Not enough time. He shifted his position so he could watch the cave entrance without turning his head. Paris was resourceful. He would make it. No question.
After forty-five minutes, Josh asked himself why his heart rate had elevated. He focused on slow, regular breaths. After an hour, he rose, keeping one hand on the wall. No tilting. He walked to the entrance and peered out. A solid wall of sand, blowing hard. No way to see through it. He wasn’t as dizzy as before, a good sign, but the headache had spread to the back of his head and neck. Grit blew hard against his helmet. Pi
