Still, it seemed like an hour before he heard the airlock hatch sigh open behind him. Jamie twisted in the cockpit seat to see Joanna step wearily into the module, encased in her bright suit, with Reed in his yellow suit supporting her like a solicitous robot helping one of its own kind. The pair of them clumped as far as the midship area, where Joanna half collapsed on one of the folded-up benches.
Jamie pulled himself out of his seat and stumbled aft toward her, surprised at how weak he still was.
“Can you take care of her?” Reed’s voice was muffled from inside his helmet. “The sample cases are on their way and Mikhail’s already yelling at me to take them off the cable.”
“Sure, I’ll take her,” Jamie said, his voice shaking.
He helped Joanna lift off her helmet. She smiled at him feebly. Gently, he moved her to a half-reclining position, her back against the rover bulkhead, then tried to pull off her dust-spattered boots. The tang of ozone almost felt good, reviving, like smelling salts.
“I think I can manage the rest,” Joanna said, once he had tugged her boots off.
Jamie sagged down onto the bench beside her, then turned her halfway around so he could reach her backpack.
“I’ll help you.”
“I was afraid… you had died out there.”
“So was I.”
“It was a very brave thing you did.”
He tried to laugh. It came out more like a groan. “Bravery is the other side of fear, I guess. I was afraid we were all going to die.”
“You saved us. You saved me.”
“Tony saved me. Tony and Mikhail. There’s enough heroism to go around for everybody.”
He undipped the last of the backpack connectors and lifted the bulky pack off her. It felt heavy, heavier than Jamie had remembered. Reaching across, he put it down on the opposite bench. Then he began to help unseal the suit’s hard-shell torso.
“Please, Jamie,” Joanna said. “I can do it for myself now. You should be ready to help Ilona. She is really in bad condition.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Before he could get up from the bench, though, Joanna reached a hand to his cheek and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him tenderly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He clasped one hand around the nape of her neck, feeling the silky softness of her thick dark hair, and kissed her.
Before he could think of anything to say they both heard thumping sounds from the airlock.
“Ilona,” Joanna said. “She’ll need help.”
Jamie got up and went to the airlock hatch. Ilona was barely conscious and totally unable to stand on her own feet under the weight of her hard suit. Jamie and Reed laid her out on the bench opposite Joanna and removed her helmet and backpack.
She looks half dead, Jamie thought. Her eyes were vacant, glazed, bloodshot, with deep black circles beneath them. Her cheeks were hollow, gaunt, her breath fetid.
But she forced a little smile as she looked up at Jamie. “A man should never… see a woman… first thing in the morning.”
“This morning doesn’t count,” Jamie said.
“All right… but just… this once.”
Connors and finally Vosnesensky rode the cable across the sand-filled crater. By the time the sun was at high noon, they were all out of their suits and Vosnesensky was at the controls in the cockpit, grinning hugely.
“Now we return to the dome,” he said. “And from there to orbit in a few days.”
“And from orbit, back to Earth,” Connors said, perched on one of the benches.
Ivshenko was up in the cockpit with Vosnesensky. Jamie was sitting on the bench between Joanna and the astronaut. Reed was standing beside the galley, his back to the airlock hatch. They had pulled down the lower bunk on the opposite side so that Ilona could lie on it. She seemed to be asleep as the rover lurched into motion.
“You saved our necks, man,” said Connors.
“Not me,” Jamie said. “Tony….”
But Joanna interrupted him by laying a hand on his thigh. “You saved us. And not only us. You saved our Martian specimens.”