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She
finally
turned
away
.
The
Nostromo
,
her
shipmates
,
all
had
ceased
to
exist
.
They
Were
No
More
.
It
hit
her
harder
in
that
quiet
,
isolated
moment
than
she
’
d
thought
it
would
.
It
was
the
utter
finality
of
it
that
was
so
difficult
to
accept
,
the
knowledge
that
they
no
longer
existed
as
components
,
however
insignificant
,
of
a
greater
universe
.
Not
even
as
corpses
.
They
simply
had
become
not
.
She
did
not
see
the
massive
hand
reaching
out
for
her
from
the
concealment
of
deep
shadow
.
But
Jones
did
.
He
yowled
.
Ripley
spun
,
found
herself
facing
the
creature
.
It
had
been
in
the
shuttle
all
the
time
.
Her
first
thought
was
for
the
flamethrower
.
It
lay
on
the
deck
next
to
the
crouching
alien
.
She
hunted
wildly
for
a
place
to
retreat
to
.
There
was
a
small
locker
nearby
.
Its
door
had
popped
open
from
the
shock
of
the
expanding
gas
.
She
started
to
edge
toward
it
.
The
creature
started
to
rise
as
soon
as
she
began
to
move
.
She
leaped
for
the
locker
and
threw
herself
inside
,
one
hand
diving
for
the
handle
.
As
she
fell
in
,
her
weight
pulled
the
door
shut
behind
her
with
a
slam
.
There
was
a
port
in
the
upper
part
of
the
door
.
Ripley
found
herself
practically
nose
-
up
against
it
in
the
shallow
locker
.
Outside
,
the
alien
put
its
own
head
up
next
to
the
window
,
peered
in
at
her
almost
curiously
,
as
though
she
were
an
exhibit
in
a
cage
.
She
tried
to
scream
and
couldn
’
t
.
It
died
in
her
throat
.
All
she
could
do
was
stare
wide
-
eyed
at
the
apparition
glaring
back
at
her
.
The
locker
was
not
airtight
.
A
distinctive
moaning
reached
her
from
outside
.
Distracted
,
the
alien
left
the
port
to
inspect
the
source
of
the
strange
noise
.
It
bent
,
lifted
the
sealed
catbox
,
causing
Jones
to
howl
more
loudly
.
Ripley
knocked
on
the
glass
,
trying
to
draw
the
creature
’
s
attention
away
from
the
helpless
animal
.
It
worked
.
The
alien
was
back
at
the
glass
in
a
second
.
She
froze
,
and
it
returned
to
its
leisurely
inspection
of
the
catbox
.
Ripley
began
a
frantic
search
of
the
confined
chamber
.
There
was
little
inside
except
the
single
pressure
suit
.
Working
rapidly
despite
her
inability
to
keep
her
hands
from
trembling
,
she
slipped
into
it
.
