A red light suddenly turns green.
A lever slowly twists.
The three survivors huddled in the recesses of the escape shuttle.
Pressure suits and oxygen canisters were dreadfully distant.
A warning siren activated.
The violent end of their ship days before was now a fleeting memory.
How had the hatch unlocked?
How had the handle moved so perfectly to prepare the hatch to open?
“We’re going to lose pressure!”
The shuttle had drifted through the void of space for seventy – two hours. There was nothing beyond the hatch except that void.
What was that void?
Did that void know hunger?