A Helping HandRonny’s stomach gave a nauseating lurch just before his vision blacked out. When he regained consciousness, he found himself sprawled on the floor with an aching throb at his temple. He groaned then pulled himself up, only to find chaos around him. Some of the crew were also picking themselves up or pushing themselves off walls they’d unwittingly slumped into, resuming their stations. Some still sat or lay on the floor staring at their hands or the ceiling in amazement, if not laughing themselves into outright hysteria.
What the hell? Ronny drew his eyebrows together. Was this what had happened to Neverri’s initial test pilots?
One man stood next to Ronny with a hand on the wall to support himself, his face a sickly green. Reading the warning signs, Ronny scurried backward
