Taylor darts to a porthole and peers cut. The porthole is no more than six inches above the line. In the distance we discern a shoreline of red desert. We're in the soup. The leak in the seam becomes a growing spray of water.
Dodge moves instantly to the ladder beneath an escape hatch and mounts it.
Taylor stumbles down the aisle of the rolling ship toward the console and addresses Landon, who is still staring at Stewart's skeleton. Send a last signal. As Landon lurches toward the communications equipment in f.g. We are looking at a lifeless desert of sandstone buttes and pinnacles. There is no sign of vegetation anywhere.