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By that last day on Mars we had our shift change routines down.<br />
For our final transfer, Chuck trekked first over <strong>the</strong> dune to <strong>the</strong> l<strong>and</strong>ed<br />
ship, meeting an already suited-up Liam in <strong>the</strong> airlock <strong>and</strong> trading<br />
places. I watched on <strong>the</strong> monitor as Liam skipped over <strong>the</strong> pebbled<br />
s<strong>and</strong> toward me. Even in my exhaustion, I smiled. There was no<br />
arguing it was <strong>the</strong> fastest way to travel by foot in lighter gravity, but<br />
with Liam <strong>the</strong> skipping seemed comical.<br />
I helped Liam from <strong>the</strong> airlock, unfastened his helmet. We took<br />
our time double checking, triple checking all my hoses <strong>and</strong><br />
connections, knowing Chuck did <strong>the</strong> same for Jabril in <strong>the</strong> ship across<br />
<strong>the</strong> dune. Since <strong>the</strong> fight <strong>the</strong>y'd been cordial but distant--<strong>and</strong> not just<br />
with each o<strong>the</strong>r: <strong>the</strong>y both seemed to have retreated to places Liam<br />
<strong>and</strong> I couldn't follow.<br />
Idly, we watched <strong>the</strong> monitor with <strong>the</strong> exterior camera feed,<br />
waiting. Shift change procedure was a bit unwieldy, but with such a<br />
small crew <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> need to have a partner check one's suit<br />
connections, it seemed <strong>the</strong> safest maneuver. Jabril was only halfway<br />
across <strong>the</strong> rise when he collapsed on <strong>the</strong> reddish dirt.<br />
It wasn't a collapse so much as a slow crumpling, like a ball<br />
of tinfoil wadded in a tightening fist. Since I was <strong>the</strong> only one fully<br />
suited, Liam pushed me into <strong>the</strong> airlock without speaking, punching<br />
<strong>the</strong> release sequence into <strong>the</strong> airlock control even before <strong>the</strong> hatch<br />
shut all <strong>the</strong> way.<br />
Nonsensically, my fingers scrabbled at <strong>the</strong> rim of <strong>the</strong> exterior<br />
door, as though I could hasten its process. I skipped in great bounds<br />
across <strong>the</strong> s<strong>and</strong> toward <strong>the</strong> bundle of foil paper I knew was Jabril.<br />
Even with my space-atrophied muscles, lifting him in thirty-eight<br />
percent Earth gravity was doable. I battled <strong>the</strong> panic rising in my<br />
throat like bile. My bladder clamped with <strong>the</strong> thought that I might not<br />
be able to get Jabril to <strong>the</strong> ship by myself.<br />
I scooped him onto my shoulder, lifting him in a fireman's<br />
carry. I trotted across <strong>the</strong> red emptiness, small puffs of dust rising at<br />
my every footfall. It was <strong>the</strong> first time I'd walked on <strong>the</strong> surface of<br />
this place <strong>and</strong> not felt <strong>the</strong> wonder of it. There was no room in my<br />
mind for anything but fear for <strong>the</strong> man whose curved faceplate banged<br />
jarringly against my air tank as I jogged.<br />
I waited what seemed an eon for <strong>the</strong> airlock indicator to turn<br />
green. My breath rang inside <strong>the</strong> hollows of my suit, fogging slightly<br />
against my supposedly fog-proof faceplate. When <strong>the</strong> hatch slid aside<br />
Chuck leapt forward to roll <strong>the</strong> deadweight of <strong>the</strong> man from my<br />
shoulder. My fingers fumbled with my helmet latches, too clumsy in<br />
gloves to make quick work of it. By <strong>the</strong> time I got <strong>the</strong> thing off <strong>and</strong><br />
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