“What’s the matter?” said Free. “Can’t it be fixed?”
“It’s not likely. It wasn’t working before we landed, and our crashing landing damaged it further. I’ll look at it some more later, but right now we’ve got to see how we stand for survival.”
“I don’t think we’ve got enough food for more than a couple of weeks.”
“Synthetics for two months is standard, but nothing I’ve seen so far on this ship is standard,” said Morten. With Free, he checked the food storage in the hold.
Free was right. The supplies would last no more than a few days, at best.
Free hesitated, avoiding Morten’s eyes. Then he looked up, a sense of defiance in his face. “I’ll get some food,” he said.
Morten glanced sharply at his son’s face. He was about to acknowledge and offer to go with Free. Then he understood what
