"There isn't any way that's good. It won't be so bad, really. You'll just go off to sleep."
"Hold onto me?"
"Sure."
"Lloyd."
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"So am I."
The hull turned and the stars glittered. The vitiated air grew foul, grew thick and leaden. The man and woman floated in the closed space, their arms tight around each other, their faces close together.
Something jarred against the hull.
"Lloyd! I see a light!"