Luenos shakes me awake. < Vance, > he says, < it is dawn. Let us go. >
Vihkir throws me onto the bed.
Maxwell slaps the side of my face twice. “Hey, loser,” he says, “you gotta stop doing this.”
“Tell me about yourself,” Vihkir says.
The crash rumbles throughout the ship as the groaning of metal rings in my ears. Howard’s mouth moves yet sound doesn’t follow. He points to the back of the docks. His eyes are wide and glossy with fear.