"You're not like Dahl. You've never mentioned it."
"Same reason you didn't mention your wife. You get to thinking about it."
Klein flipped the lid on the specimen box. "Going to get married when you get back?"
Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. "We hope to."
"Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?"
Chapman nodded.
"That's the only future," Klein said.
He put away the box and came over to the port. Chapman moved over so they both could look out.
"Chap." Klein hesitated a moment. "What happened to Dixon?"
"He died," Chapman said. "He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science. Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much about it that he forgot a lot of little things—like how to stay alive. The day before the Second group came, he went out to finish some work he was interested in. He forgot to check for leaks and whether or not the valve on his tank was all the way closed. We couldn't get to him in time."