Light swept over his face, vanished. The ground vibrated. Moonquake! he thought sluggishly. Aftershock...the thought dribbled away into darkness.
More light. Voices. Air! He gasped air, rich air, unbelievably sweet air, and his eyes fluttered open. A woman loomed over him. He blinked her into focus. “He’s coming around,” she said, and vanished.
“Scott?” Pamela’s worried face swam into his field of vision.
“Wha—?” His voice was dry as moondust.
“The transporter came—fifteen minutes after you passed out. They’d left Tranquility Base right after the quake, before they heard the transmitter, because they tried to contact the tour bus and couldn’t. But they said they would have missed us completely if the transmitter hadn’t been activated.” Pamela sounded both happy and furious. “You i***t!
