"What do you think of girls?"
"I never saw a good one yet."
"Well, that's not fair."
Mark was too tired to see the end coming, and Charles wasn't interested. But the end was on its way. The air pump threatened to give out momentarily. There hadn't been any food for days.
"But why you?" Gasping in the escaping air. Strangling.
"Here I have a whole world—"
"Don't get sentimental—"
"And the love of a girl named Martha."
From his bunk Mark saw the stars for the last time. Big, bigger than ever, endlessly floating in the still waters of space.