Then she saw it. The Long Week had come out of its fall, but too late. At the end of the impact line was a crater in the hard surface. She couldn’t see inside, but thick black smoke poured upward, and the yellow flash and crackle of burning ordnance popped from inside. Splintered composite panels surrounded the hole like scattered confetti. She saw one, then two bodies crumpled into bundles of shattered bones. She ran to the first. It was Miller, his neck broken, blank eyes open to the stars. She placed his head back with care and ran to the next body. This was better: Reynolds was breathing but unconscious. Alice stripped the ejection seat from the woman, ignored her broken legs, and raised her in a fireman’s lift. Reynolds weighed under half her Earth amount, but her mass remained the same. Alice stumbled, adjusting, then ran back to the wall and laid the Marine against the stone. The leg breaks weren’t the only damage. Reynolds stomach was swollen and hard, her skin pale. Alice took out an anesthetic stick and stabbed it into the woman’s neck. It discharged with a low hiss. Alice was about to head back to the crater when Reynolds grabbed her.