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’
Check
.
Be
right
there
.
’
Ripley
staggered
to
her
feet
,
fighting
for
every
breath
in
the
atmosphere
-
depleted
chamber
.
She
headed
for
the
emergency
release
set
inside
every
bulkhead
door
.
There
was
a
stud
there
that
would
slide
the
door
back
,
opening
onto
the
next
sealed
section
and
fresh
air
.
At
the
last
instant
,
as
she
was
about
to
depress
the
red
button
,
she
saw
to
her
horror
that
she
was
fumbling
against
the
door
leading
not
down
B
corridor
,
but
to
the
empty
vestibule
outside
the
lock
.
She
turned
,
tried
to
aim
herself
,
and
fell
as
much
as
walked
to
the
opposite
door
.
It
took
precious
minutes
to
locate
the
panel
on
it
.
Thoughts
swam
in
her
brain
,
broke
apart
like
oil
on
water
.
The
air
around
her
was
turning
foggy
,
full
of
the
smell
of
roses
and
lilac
.
She
thumbed
the
stud
.
The
door
didn
’
t
move
.
Then
she
saw
she
was
pushing
the
wrong
control
.
Sagging
against
the
door
for
support
,
trying
to
give
her
rubbery
legs
some
badly
needed
assistance
,
she
fought
to
gather
her
strength
for
another
try
.
There
wasn
’
t
much
air
left
worth
breathing
.
A
face
appeared
at
the
port
set
in
the
door
.
It
was
distorted
,
bloated
,
yet
somehow
familiar
.
It
seemed
that
she
knew
that
face
from
sometime
long
ago
.
Someone
named
Lambert
lived
behind
that
face
.
She
was
very
tired
now
and
started
to
slide
slowly
down
the
door
.
She
thought
distant
,
angry
thoughts
as
her
last
support
was
taken
away
.
The
door
slid
into
the
roof
and
her
head
struck
the
deck
.
A
rush
of
clean
air
,
ineffably
sweet
and
refreshing
,
swept
over
her
face
.
The
mist
began
to
fade
from
her
eyes
,
though
not
yet
from
her
starved
brain
.
A
horn
sounded
the
return
of
full
internal
pressurization
as
Lambert
and
Ash
joined
them
.
The
science
officer
hurried
to
administer
to
Parker
,
who
had
collapsed
again
from
lack
of
oxygen
and
was
only
now
beginning
to
regain
consciousness
.
Ripley
’
s
eyes
were
open
and
working
,
but
the
rest
of
her
body
was
dysfunctional
.
Hands
and
feet
,
legs
and
arms
were
sprawled
in
ungainly
positions
across
her
body
and
the
deck
,
like
the
limbs
of
a
slim
,
not
particularly
well
-
crafted
doll
.
Her
breath
came
in
labored
,
shallow
gasps
.
Lambert
set
one
of
the
oxygen
tanks
down
next
to
her
friend
.
She
placed
the
transparent
mask
over
Ripley
’
s
mouth
and
nose
,
opened
the
valve
.
Ripley
inhaled
.
A
wonderful
perfume
filled
her
lungs
.
Her
eyes
closed
from
sheer
pleasure
.
She
stayed
that
way
,
unmoving
,
sucking
in
long
,
deep
draughts
of
pure
oxygen
.
The
only
shock
to
her
system
was
of
delight
.
Finally
she
moved
the
respirator
aside
,
lay
for
a
moment
breathing
normally
.
Full
pressure
had
been
restored
,
she
noted
.
The
bulkhead
doors
had
automatically
retracted
with
the
return
of
standard
atmosphere
.
