The temperature fell enough at night to remove their pressure suits to sleep. Josh kept an eye on Paris, but saw nothing in his friend’s behavior to alarm him. When Josh suggested they turn in, Paris agreed. They maneuvered themselves into the small dome tent.
Paris fell asleep at once, one of his more annoying qualities, but Josh lay awake, staring at the top of the tent and listening to the distant hum of the sandstorm. He worried about his ship and crew, orbiting this desolate planet. He feared Paris was hiding ill effects from his ordeal and would not wake him if he got into trouble. He worried about the storm.
For hours, he listened to the wind and to Paris’s soft breathing. The temperature fell enough to be uncomfortable for his companion. He piled three blankets over the Teneran,
