"Come on, girl—sprint!" He put his arm under hers and urged her along.
She did her best, but in comparison with his trained performance her best wasn't good. "I've never been checked out on sprinting in spacesuits!" she gasped. "Let go of me and go on ahead. I'll follow——"
Everything went out. Lights, gravity, air-circulation—everything.
"You haven't been checked out on free fall, either. Hang onto this tool-hanger here on my belt and we'll travel."
"Where to?" she asked, hurtling through the air much faster than she had ever gone on foot.
"Baby Two—that is, Lifecraft Number Two—my crash assignment. Good thing I was down here in the Middle; I'd never have made it from up Top. Next corridor left, I think." Then, as the light of his headlamp showed numbers on the wall: "Yes. Square left. I'll swing you."
He swung her and they shot to the end of the passage. He kicked a lever and the lifecraft's port swung open—to reveal a blaze of light and a startled, gray-haired man.
"What happened.... What hap ...?" the man began.
"Wrecked. We've had it. We're abandoning ship. Get into that cubby over there, shut the door tight behind you, and stay there!"