Ruminating the 11th Hour

“Sam? Can you hear me, honey?” Sam’s mother’s voice was a distant dream as she stared into the crimson light blinking back at her.
“Samantha?!” Her dad, this time over the intercom, shook Sam out of her stupor.
“I’m here!” Sam managed, her voice cracking with the effort.
“Samantha, your Mom and I need you to get your emergency EVA suit on like we practiced.” Sam’s dad instructed her.
“You remember where it is?” Her mother asked as Sam nodded before realizing they couldn’t see her.
“Yes. Yes, I remember.”

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