Eileen was up and dressed when he returned. Grinning, he watched her eat with the eager hunger of the fever-famished.
When she had finished and he got up to leave again, she rose also. "Fred, I'm going with you."
He shook his head. "You're too weak. You need to take it easy."
"Please, Fred."
For an instant his eyes met hers and he knew again that now, as always, he never could deny her. "All right. Just for a little way."
Together, his arm about her, they left the cabin ... turned down the corridor that led to the nearest carrier lock.
The hatch hung free, sprung from its hinges. Bracing himself, Boone levered it open.
Eileen caught her breath. "Fred—!"
He twisted; stared out past her.
The sight that met his eyes set his senses reeling.