In their small cabin, Dorothy Hall raised herself on one elbow and looked down at her sleeping husband. His hair was rumpled, his face calm and placid.
"Tom," she whispered. "Wake up, Tom!" Mumbling sleepily, he opened his eyes, then smiled and tried to draw her down to him.
"Wait, Tom. Did you hear the Captain's message?"
"What message?"
"I was so sleepy I didn't understand it very well. Something about the ship, and we must all go to our lifeboats."
"You must have been dreaming. What time is it?"
"Not quite midnight. Do you think everything is all right?"
"Of course. You just had a bad dream. The Star Lord can't be in any trouble. You know that."
"Don't you think we ought to go see?"
Playfully he towsled her hair. "Trying to get away from your husband? Tired of me already?"