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She
touched
a
stud
.
The
outer
cover
on
the
lock
popped
.
Air
remaining
in
the
lock
propelled
Kane
’
s
body
out
into
the
soil
of
nothingness
.
It
was
a
mercifully
fast
burial
(
Dallas
couldn
’
t
bring
himself
to
think
’
disposal
’
)
.
Kane
had
received
a
neater
departure
than
he
had
a
death
.
His
last
,
tormented
scream
still
rattled
around
in
Dallas
’
s
brain
,
like
a
pebble
in
a
shoe
.
They
reassembled
in
the
mess
.
It
was
easier
to
discuss
things
when
everyone
could
see
everyone
else
without
straining
.
Also
,
it
gave
him
an
excuse
to
get
everyone
back
there
to
help
clean
up
the
awful
mess
.
’
I
’
ve
checked
on
supplies
,
’
Ripley
told
them
.
’
With
stimulants
we
can
keep
going
for
about
a
week
.
Maybe
a
day
longer
,
but
no
more
than
that
.
’
’
Then
what
?
’
Brett
picked
at
his
chin
.
’
We
run
out
of
food
and
oxygen
.
Food
we
can
do
without
,
oxygen
we
can
’
t
.
That
last
factor
makes
the
interesting
question
of
whether
or
not
we
could
live
off
unrecycled
artificials
a
moot
point
.
’
Lambert
made
a
face
at
the
unappetizing
prospect
.
’
Thanks
,
I
think
I
’
d
rather
die
first
.
’
’
All
right
.
’
Dallas
tried
to
sound
confident
.
’
That
’
s
what
we
’
ve
got
,
then
.
A
week
of
full
activity
.
That
’
s
plenty
of
time
.
More
than
enough
to
find
one
small
alien
.
’
Brett
looked
at
the
floor
.
’
I
still
say
we
ought
to
try
exhausting
the
air
.
That
might
kill
it
.
Seems
the
safest
way
to
me
.
Avoids
the
need
to
confront
it
directly
.
We
don
’
t
know
what
individual
kinds
of
nastiness
this
version
can
dish
out
.
’
