Alice tried to stand but found she was sliding backward, her hard jacket frictionless against the oily surface. The pain in her chest spread with agonizing intensity; the stench of burning plastic smothered her. Alice flung her hands outward, but there was nothing to hold onto, just grease that slid under her fingers. She twisted her head and saw the hull’s edge racing toward her. She tried to shout, tried to plant her boots, but it was no good.