She tightened up in my arms. "Yes. It's...." She looked at us for help, frightened by the lack of clothing we wore, by the bleak room. Her eyes circled the room. "I'm afraid," she cried. I held her and she shook uncontrollably.
"What's happened to me?" she asked.
The dark haired man came into the room, silent and watchful. My companion motioned to him. "Get Carl and meet us in Control."
The man looked at me and I nodded. "We'll be there in a moment. I'm afraid we've got trouble."
He nodded and pushed away from us. The girl screamed and covered her face with her hands. I turned to the other man. "What's your name?"
"Croft. John Croft."
"John, what are your duties if any?"
"Automatic control. I helped to install it."
"Can you run this ship? How about the other two?"
He hit his hands together. "You fly it, sir. Can't you think?"