Jodi breathed deeply and closed her eyes. Air-conditioned cool ran through her sinuses. What was she doing? No need to borrow trouble.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, trouble came for her. Trouble with a capital T.
The smooth descent of the shuttle changed. Jodi’s teeth snapped shut on her tongue. A jolt jammed her shoulders up hard against the straps and Foamaform. Her head punched against the squelching mass of pillow too fast for it to cushion her. The shuttle began a pattern of spin-fall, spin-fall, spin. Her space migration shuttle had become a giant human washing machine.
Alarms rang in the air. Blood filled her mouth. Terrified squawks and cries came in uncontrollable fits from the passengers. Lights flickered and flashed. Too frightened to scream, Jodi swallowed blood and
