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The faint tapping of gloved fingers on glass, a barely audible voice, insistent shoves. I groaned, wanting badly to slip back into what had been a blessedly absolute slumber. A hard snick then an icy blast on my face as my suit helmet was none-too-gently pulled off.
“Alex!” More shoving and groaning, the air like a million tiny needles on my skin as I felt the blood streaming from my nose begin to freeze. “We have to move! Come…” Mr Mac grunted as he hauled me into a sitting position, “…on!”
I let out a shout of pain as my eyes finally opened to be greeted by a world of blinding white. “Just keep blinking,” he told me. “It’ll fade. Can you walk?”
I tried to move my legs, finding to my surprise that they actually worked. “Yeah.” I shook my head to try and clear the ache, eyes stingin
