But then much brighter, warmer light floods the interior of the V Million . Bischoff looks back and up, and sees the forward end of the pressure hull turned into a dome of orange fire, the silhouette of a man centered in it, lines of welds and rivets spreading away from that center like the meridians of a globe. It’s bright as day. He turns around and swims easily away down the gangway, into the control room, and finds the hatch: a disk of cyan light.