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compression hit him. His
eyes flicked to a glass on the desk in front of the video screen on
the other side of the room. The water inside was slanted against
the wall of the glass.
    Jonathan ’ s eyes widened. He dove into the bedroom noiselessly,
weightlessly. The gravity regulator had been neutralized. Jonathan
pushed off the wall and grabbed the bedside cabinet. He yanked open
the drawer and grabbed the Manica-Band. It seemed to take forever
to get it around his wrist and latch it. The moment he did,
everything changed. He was able to breathe and think clearly as it
had it generated own temporary atmosphere. So long as there was
still oxygen in the room, it could promise an additional five
minutes of extended life-support in the event of an
emergency.
    He felt the tugging and grabbed the bedside
table. His legs were pulled into the air. Out of his peripheral
vision, Jonathan saw the back wall disintegrate to the blackness. A
distorted and whining roar as deafening as the rush of water from
his nightmare screamed through his mind. The window cracked and
shattered. Elizabeth and the blanket covers were sucked out into
the nothingness of space with inconceivable ease as Jonathan held
on for dear life. The panels of the room door bent towards the
breach behind him. They pulled loose of the frame and narrowly
missed his legs as they fired out into space.
    He
had to get out of this room. Jonathan reached up as the oxygen of
the ship was sucked out through the hole behind him. He grabbed
hold of the wall and managed to get his other hand around the door
frame. He pulled himself up into the corridor outside his room.
Explosions rang throughout the ship. The squeal and screech of
torquing metal filled the corridors for what felt like an eternity.
His world, his body – his mind –s eemed to be compressing like it was all being
pushed through an impossibly tight tube. Jonathan gripped his head
in pain and terror, pressed into the corner of the hall as a river
of air surged out into space above him. He could do
nothing.
    All of a sudden, the noises stopped. The
gravity returned, but the air of the ship was still getting sucked
out through the doorway. Jonathan crawled away from the door until
he could get to his feet and made for the Life-Support
Hall.
    The doors opened and he was tugged off the
ground. As he flew away, he saw the darkened grove of the
Life-Support Hall getting farther out of his reach. His fingers
grasped for what was not there to keep this treacherous fate from
happening, but there was nothing until he hit the mesh grating that
had once been the roof. It was still connected to the wall.
Jonathan held on as trees and grass rocketed out into space behind
him.
    Jonathan reached up and grabbed the grating,
pulling himself toward the lift that led to Engineering. He got his
hand up to the sensor next to the threshold and opened the lift
doors. He was able to grab the inside of the lift doors and pull
himself in. As soon as the doors to the Life-Support Hall closed,
he crashed onto the floor of the lift. He got to his feet as the
elevator descended to Engineering. The doors opened and all he saw
was fire and smoke. People were everywhere, running back and forth,
trying to do whatever they could to fix anything. It was the worst
possible situation imaginable. Smoke billowed through the hall in
dangerous plumes.
    Jonathan entered Engineering, seeing everything he had
created going to hell. There were bodies on the floors. Terminals
exploded throughout the room, sending more people to the ground.
More explosions filled the air. He broke into a jog. A terminal
erupted next to him, sending debris and metal everywhere. The
Manica-Band deflected the destruction and glowed in an oval shape
around Jonathan as it absorbed the blasts. There was too much
damage. He would have to separate the back-up reactors from the
primary reactor in the Core Hall: the ship ’ s last resort. The way
to the Core Hall was completely blocked. He