Chapter 35Jules woke lying on a hard floor–which was better than drifting weightless through space until the air in the rescue bag ran out. Or he froze.
It didn’t feel like much time had passed and a quick check of his overlays showed he was right. Only a couple minutes had passed. He was still in the rescue bag, the sides wrinkled now that it was back–apparently–in a pressurized environment. His arm and leg on his left side ached with a deep bruised feeling.
He heard the sound of a hatch closing from outside the bag. Then something seized the bag and dragged it and him across the floor.
“Hey! MAR-A? Let me out.” He hoped it was MAR-A out there and not some alien infested spirit.
The dragging stopped. The bag rustled as someone messed with it and then the seal opened, peeling back away
