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"
We
're
blocked
in
.
It
was
n't
the
ceiling
coming
down
fifty
feet
away
that
knocked
us
over
.
It
was
our
own
ceiling
.
The
shock
's
tumbled
it
!
"
"
What
!
"
Donovan
scrambled
up
against
a
hard
barrier
.
"
Turn
on
the
flash
.
"
Powell
did
so
.
At
no
point
was
there
room
for
a
rabbit
to
squeeze
through
.
Donovan
said
softly
,
"
Well
,
what
do
you
know
?
"
They
wasted
a
few
moments
and
some
muscular
power
in
an
effort
to
move
the
blocking
barrier
.
Powell
varied
this
by
wrenching
at
the
edges
of
the
original
hole
.
For
a
moment
,
Powell
lifted
his
blaster
.
But
in
those
close
quarters
,
a
flash
would
be
suicide
and
he
knew
it
.
He
sat
down
.
"
You
know
,
Mike
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
've
really
messed
this
up
.
We
are
no
nearer
finding
out
what
's
wrong
with
Dave
.
It
was
a
good
idea
but
it
blew
up
in
our
face
.
"
Donovan
's
glance
was
bitter
with
an
intensity
totally
wasted
on
the
darkness
,
"
I
hate
to
disturb
you
,
old
man
,
but
quite
apart
from
what
we
know
or
do
n't
know
of
Dave
,
we
're
slightly
trapped
.
If
we
do
n't
get
loose
,
fella
,
we
're
going
to
die
.
D-I-E
,
die
.
How
much
oxygen
have
we
anyway
?
Not
more
than
six
hours
.
"
"
I
've
thought
of
that
.
"
Powell
's
fingers
went
up
to
his
long-suffering
mustache
and
clanged
uselessly
against
the
transparent
visor
.
"
Of
course
,
we
could
get
Dave
to
dig
us
out
easily
in
that
time
,
except
that
our
precious
emergency
must
have
thrown
him
off
,
and
his
radio
circuit
is
out
.
"
"
And
is
n't
that
nice
?
"
