James turned the tuning knob slowly, wishing for the tenth time in as many minutes the radio was just a little less antique. It seemed to be working, but he was having a hard time getting just the right frequency to tune into the crew communications. Still, even with the frustration of having to find the channel manually, he was glad to have a radio at all.
Finally, he heard the ghost of a voice. His stomach lurched as he slowed his already creeping twist of the knob as he tried to fine tune the reception, so he could hear what they were saying instead of just a bit of voice mixed with crackle and static. It seemed to take forever, but he managed it. He cranked the sound up so he could hear it a little better then looked around for Ally. She’d frozen for a few seconds after they’d spotted
