He waited.
He motioned it closer.
At last, just in front of him, it jolted down.
Willy got out.
Walt watched as the horror of openness flickered across his face.
You'll get used to it, Walt thought. You'll like it, when you get used to it.
Willy clutched the side of the ship for support. I'm, I'm all right, inside the ship.... You come inside. He clambered back out of sight.
Caution counseled refusal. But Walt approached the entrance. His increased knowledge made him confident. He had learned much—just in the last day. He was more than a match for a single mutant from the space station. If he had known as much last Monday as he knew now, Julia would never have escaped. He entered.
Willy pulled the door closed. He was breathing heavily.
Take off your shoes! Walt commanded. Walt knew Willy was going to try to start the ship, try to move it away so that Walt's shield would no longer cover the laboratory. Once that happened, the mutants on the outside could blast the laboratory in a second.