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The
short
day
was
rapidly
rushing
to
an
end
,
the
atmosphere
once
more
turning
the
colour
of
blood
,
the
wind
rising
mournfully
.
Not
that
they
couldn
’
t
haul
Kane
back
or
find
the
tug
in
the
dark
,
but
Dallas
now
had
less
desire
than
ever
to
be
abroad
on
this
windswept
world
at
night
.
Something
grotesque
beyond
imagining
had
risen
from
the
depths
of
the
derelict
to
imprint
itself
on
Kane
’
s
face
and
their
minds
.
Worse
terrors
might
even
now
be
gathering
in
the
dust
-
impregnated
dusk
.
He
longed
desperately
for
the
secure
metal
walls
of
the
Nostromo
.
As
the
sun
fell
behind
rising
clouds
the
ring
of
floodlights
lining
the
underside
of
the
tug
winked
on
.
They
did
not
make
the
landscape
around
the
ship
cheerful
,
merely
served
to
brighten
the
dismal
contours
of
the
igneous
rock
on
which
it
rested
.
Occasional
clots
of
thicker
dust
would
swirl
in
front
of
them
,
temporarily
oblitreating
even
that
feeble
attempt
to
keep
back
the
cloying
darkness
.
On
the
bridge
,
Ripley
waited
resignedly
for
some
word
from
the
silent
exploration
party
.
The
first
feelings
of
helplessness
and
ignorance
had
faded
by
now
.
They
had
been
replaced
by
a
vague
numbness
in
body
and
soul
.
She
could
not
bring
herself
to
look
out
a
port
.
She
could
only
sit
quietly
,
take
an
occasional
sip
of
tepid
coffee
,
and
stare
blankly
at
her
slowly
changing
readouts
.
Jones
the
cat
was
sitting
in
front
of
a
port
.
He
found
the
storm
exhilarating
and
had
evolved
a
frenetic
game
of
swatting
at
the
larger
particles
of
dust
whenever
one
struck
the
port
’
s
exterior
.
Jones
knew
he
could
never
actually
catch
one
of
the
flying
motes
.
He
understood
the
underlying
physical
laws
behind
the
fact
of
a
solid
transparency
.
That
lessened
the
delight
of
the
game
but
did
not
obviate
it
.
Besides
,
he
could
pretend
that
the
dark
fragments
of
stone
were
birds
,
though
he
’
d
never
seen
a
bird
.
But
he
instinctively
understood
that
concept
,
too
.
Other
monitors
besides
Ripley
’
s
were
being
watched
,
other
gauges
regularly
evaluated
.
Being
the
only
noncoffee
drinker
on
the
Nostromo
,
Ash
did
his
work
without
liquid
stimulation
.
His
interest
was
perked
only
by
new
information
.
Two
gauges
that
had
been
motionless
for
some
time
suddenly
came
to
life
,
the
fresh
numbers
affecting
the
science
officer
’
s
system
as
powerfully
as
any
narcotic
.
He
cut
in
amplifiers
and
thoroughly
checked
them
out
before
opening
the
intercom
to
the
bridge
and
announcing
their
reception
.
’
Ripley
?
You
there
,
Ripley
?
’
’
Yo
.
’
She
noted
the
intensity
in
his
tone
,
sat
up
in
her
seat
.
’
Good
news
?
’
’
I
think
so
.
Just
picked
up
their
suit
signals
again
.
And
their
suit
images
are
back
on
the
screens
.
’
