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’
No
good
.
Wishful
thinking
.
I
didn
’
t
think
it
would
fall
off
.
Let
’
s
get
him
back
to
the
ship
.
’
He
slipped
an
arm
behind
Kane
’
s
back
and
raised
him
to
a
sitting
position
,
then
got
one
of
the
exec
’
s
arms
across
his
shoulders
.
Lambert
did
the
same
on
the
other
side
.
’
Ready
now
?
’
She
nodded
.
’
Keep
an
eye
on
the
creature
.
If
it
looks
like
it
’
s
fixing
to
fall
away
,
drop
your
side
and
get
the
hell
clear
.
’
She
nodded
again
.
’
Let
’
s
go
.
’
They
stopped
just
inside
the
entrance
to
the
alien
ship
.
Both
were
breathing
heavily
.
’
Let
him
down
,
’
Dallas
told
her
.
Lambert
did
so
,
gladly
.
’
This
won
’
t
work
.
His
feet
will
catch
on
every
rock
,
every
crevice
.
Stay
with
him
.
I
’
m
going
to
try
to
make
a
travois
.
’
’
Out
of
what
?
’
Dallas
was
already
headed
back
into
the
ship
,
moving
toward
the
chamber
they
’
d
just
left
.
’
The
winch
tripod
,
’
she
heard
him
say
in
her
helmet
.
’
It
’
s
strong
enough
.
’
While
waiting
for
Dallas
to
return
,
Lambert
sat
as
far
away
from
Kane
as
she
could
.
Wind
howled
outside
the
derelict
’
s
hull
,
heralding
the
approaching
nightfall
.
She
found
herself
unable
to
keep
her
gaze
from
the
tiny
monster
attached
to
Kane
,
unable
to
keep
from
speculating
on
what
had
happened
.
She
was
able
to
prevent
herself
from
thinking
about
what
it
might
be
doing
to
him
.
She
had
to
,
because
hysteria
lay
down
that
particular
mental
path
.
Dallas
returned
,
sections
of
the
disassembled
tripod
under
his
right
arm
.
Spreading
the
pieces
out
on
the
deck
,
he
began
to
rig
a
crude
platform
on
which
to
drag
Kane
.
Fear
lent
speed
to
his
gloved
fingers
.
Once
the
device
was
finished
,
he
lowered
it
gingerly
to
the
surface
outside
.
It
fell
the
last
couple
of
metres
but
did
not
break
.
He
decided
it
would
hold
the
unconscious
exec
until
they
could
reach
the
Nostromo
.
