Sara awoke when a bright beam of light landed on her
eyelids. Her head shied away. A pain in her neck caused her to open her eyes.
She was in the descent ship. It was in shambles. The hull was sheared open and
there was a light precipitation falling through the gaping hole. It was cold
like snow. But where the snow Sara was used to seeing was white, this was
multi-hued. The specks drifted down, melting as they touched the still-warm
interior of the shuttle, and created a puddle of multicolored water at the lowest
point in the wreck.
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