Flight Into the Unknown

It was Bailey's first trip into space and things began to happen that made him wonder if luck alone would bring him back to Earth alive!
... A hand moved ...
Young Bailey fell. It was a terrible sensation, falling. Bailey was not sure how long he had been falling. There was no one near him. They had been scattered like seeds from a burst pod when the meteor hulled the ship. Bailey was falling through the dark alone; he had been falling endlessly.
... Those with him now were all palefaced with fear ...
The voice of Krotzer was still in the headphones: ... closing in on me, I can't describe them, you've got to get here.... Krotzer had meant so much for so long; now his voice was less than nothing. Bailey was falling like a stone; the sensation drove everything else out of him. Bailey could not stand it any longer, and began to scream.
It shattered his visor and icy space rushed in. There was light and his captain was looking at him. Captain DiCredico was shaking him.
Bailey's face was dripping. He grabbed the skipper. I'm falling! Hold me!
... Thousands of eyes bulged, hands twitched ...
DiCredico squeezed a plastic bottle, squirting water into his face. Drops spattered and drifted off slowly through the air. Bailey blinked and stared. He was aboard the Ranger. Safe. Then panic came gibbering back at him as his body told him unmistakably he was falling.
You're not! snapped DiCredico. No gravity, remember? Spin ship! he ordered over his shoulder.
Gently, Bailey's body felt the reassuring tug as centrifugal force duplicated a light gravity and the alarm bells in his nerves and glands stopped ringing. The hull of the ship became down, and men walked instead of floating—walked on the walls and ceiling, too, like wheel-spokes radiating from the axis of spin.
Over it? asked DiCredico.