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She
spoke
toward
the
pickup
.
’
Parker
.
.
Lambert
?
’
She
waited
for
a
response
,
expecting
none
.
Her
expectations
were
fulfilled
.
The
import
of
the
continuing
silence
took
only
a
moment
to
settle
in
.
She
was
alone
.
There
were
probably
three
living
things
left
on
the
ship
:
the
alien
,
Jones
,
and
herself
.
But
she
had
to
be
sure
.
It
meant
leaving
Jones
behind
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
,
but
the
cat
had
heard
the
screams
and
was
meowing
frantically
.
He
was
making
too
much
noise
.
She
reached
B
deck
unopposed
,
her
flamethrower
held
tightly
in
both
hands
.
The
food
locker
lay
just
ahead
.
There
was
an
outside
chance
the
alien
had
left
someone
behind
,
being
unable
to
maneuver
itself
and
two
bodies
through
the
narrow
ducts
.
A
chance
that
someone
might
still
be
alive
.
She
peered
around
the
jamb
of
the
locker
entrance
.
What
remained
showed
her
how
the
alien
had
succeeded
in
squeezing
both
victims
into
the
airshaft
.
Then
she
was
running
,
running
.
Blindly
,
a
little
madly
,
neither
thinking
or
caring
.
Walls
reached
out
to
stun
her
and
slow
her
down
,
but
nothing
halted
her
crazed
flight
.
She
ran
until
her
lungs
hurt
.
They
reminded
her
of
Kane
and
the
creature
that
had
matured
inside
him
,
next
to
his
lungs
.
That
in
turn
reminded
her
of
the
alien
.
All
that
thinking
brought
her
back
to
her
senses
.
Gulping
for
breath
,
she
slowed
and
took
stock
of
her
surroundings
.
She
’
d
run
the
length
of
the
ship
.
Now
she
found
herself
standing
alone
in
the
middle
of
the
engine
room
.
She
heard
something
and
stopped
breathing
.
It
was
repeated
,
and
she
let
out
a
cautious
sigh
.
The
sound
was
familiar
,
human
.
It
was
the
sound
of
weeping
.
