"Not better off. We're still alive."
"Fine prospect. No one knows we're here; they think we're honeymooning. The place is chilling off rapidly and will really slide like hell once that room and the original tube reaches absolute zero. The gang below us don't really know what's going on because they left the refrigerator tube to my care—and Channing knows that I'd not go rambling off on a honeymoon without leaving instructions unless I was certain without doubt that the thing would run without trouble until I returned. I'm impulsive, but not forgetful. As for making any kind of racket in here—we're licked."
"Can't you do something with the miniature power tubes that run these suits?"
"Not a chance—at least nothing that I know I can do between the removal of the suit and the making of communications. They're just power intake tubes tuned to the big solar beam jobs that run the station. I—"
"Walt—please—no reproach."
He looked at her. "I think you mean that," he said.
"I do."
He nodded unhappily. "But it still obtains that it is my fault."
Christine put cold hands on his cheeks. "Walt, what would have happened if I'd not been along?"
"I'd have been trapped alone," he told her.