The First Wave Land Namsmen of My Grandparents Generation

i had been hammering on the door, scrambling at the blank metal facings as though some benevolent creature inside might crack it open for me. All i had to do was reach up, flip open the panel above and pull the large red handle that would pop airlock. Starved with oxygen, vision tunnelling, my training and experience had deserted me. Except it hadn't, because i was inside. I'm not sure what happened. Christian frowns, no, gudner, you must have been here for quite a while. You had time to do that before you passed out. My neck prickles as he lifts one big bare paw and points his gloved finger,