The silence that followed the transmission was heavier than the vacuum outside the hull. He stared at the dark viewport, his reflection ghostly and stretched against the double-paned glass. The secondary chamber was

* He slowly turned his head toward the small, thick viewport leading to the secondary chamber behind him. The darkness of the ship's spine stared back. * *The Hook

...thoughts he hadn’t uttered. Not a single word had crossed his lips. He had only *felt* the leather of the inner gloves biting into his palms, had

..."* the radio rasped. *"He gripped... knuckles white..."*

His breath hitched. It was a recording of his own thoughts from minutes ago—thoughts he hadn'

...dry croak, instantly swallowed by the low, mocking hum of his life support system.

Static was his only reply. A harsh, rhythmic hiss that sounded terrifyingly like breathing.