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The ship’s panel beeped again, reminding her of the low fuel.
The computer’s persistence stopped her tears.
She had to concentrate.
She checked the interior oxygen levels and, seeing that they were safe, took off her helmet and wriggled out of her suit. Her blazer and blouse were drenched in sweat. She unclipped her pearl necklace and rubbed the spots where the pearls had indented her skin. She let her hair down and gazed sadly out the window.
What would happen to her?
She tried to force thoughts of her obituary out of her head.
Her uncle had died this way. Lost in space. He was out on a routine trip to a neighboring planet and his ship simply disappeared. They never found it. There was always some hope that he might come back, but it was a universal scientific truth that no one
