"Haljan."
It was coming from the Grantline instrument room, I knew.
I could answer it with my helmet-light, but I did not dare. I hesitated.
"Try it," urged Anita.
e crouched where we thought we might be safe from Miko's fire. My little light-beam shot up from the bowl. It was undoubtedly visible to the camp.
"Yes? I am Haljan."
And I added:
"Help! Send us help."