Scott brushed away dirt from an equipment hatch at the rear of the transporter while Pamela watched, silent again. For a moment, as he tugged at the hatch, he feared it had jammed, but finally it jerked open, revealing the featureless white box of the emergency transmitter. He hauled it out and checked to make sure the green power light glowed at its base. Then he glanced at his wrist again. 1:41. He looked up at the sheer crater wall. He thought he could make it up and activate the transmitter. But they were still an hour from the Apollo 11 dome, a full day from Apollo City. The crew at the dome would set out at once, but by the time they reached the accident site...
His heart pounded in his chest and sweat ran off his face. Too bad his parents didn’t have a monitor on him, he thought nu
