The inner door was not closed.
The Enterprise was empty.
Garr Symm looked doubtfully at the gray murkiness behind them. Although the Dog Star stood out there less than a quarter of a mile away, they couldn’t see it through the murk.
“Where did they go?” Ramar Chind asked.
Symm waved vaguely behind them.
Chind and his men turned around.
Gritting his teeth against the fear which welled up like nausea from the pit of his stomach, Garr Symm went with them.
[p 120]
At that moment they all heard the music.
“You hear it?” Ramsey asked softly. His voice did not carry on the airless world, of course. But he spoke, and the words were understood, not merely by Margot, who could read his mind, but by Vardin as well.
“Music,” said Margot. “Isn’t it—beautiful?”