“Lunzie?” another voice asked tentatively. “How are you feeling?”

“Tee?” Lunzie snatched the cloth from her face and sat up, suddenly woozy from the change in blood pressure. Strong arms caught and steadied her. She squinted through the glaring light until the two faces became clear. The man on the left was a short, powerfully built stranger, a medical officer wearing Fleet insignia of rank. The other was Tee. He took her hand between both of his and kissed it. She hugged him, babbling in her astonishment.

“What are you doing here? We’re ten light years out from Astris. Wait, where am I now?” Lunzie recovered herself suddenly and glanced around at the examination room, whose walls bore a burnished stainless steel finish. “This isn’t the infirmary.”

The stranger answered her. “You’re on the Fleet vessel Ban Sidhe. There was a space wreck. Do you remember? You were injured and put into cold sleep.”

Lunzie’s face went very pale. She looked to Tee for confirmation. He nodded quietly. She noticed that his face was a little more lined than it was when she had last seen him, and his skin was pale. The changes shocked and worried her. “How long?”

“Ten point three years. Doctor,” the Fleet medic said crisply. “Your First Mate was debriefed just a little while ago. She and the captain spent the whole time awake, manning the beacon. We very nearly missed the ship. It’s about sixteen percent lower into the Carson’s Giant’s atmosphere than it was when they sent out the mayday and released the escape pods. The orbit is decaying. Looked like a piece of debris. Destiny decided it doesn’t want to retrieve the hulk. In about fifty more years, it’ll fall into the methane. Too bad. It’s a pretty fine ship.”

“No!” Lunzie breathed.

The medic was cheerful. “Just a little down time. It happens to about a fifth of Fleet personnel at one time in their careers. You should feel just fine. What’s the matter?” He closed a firm, professional hand around her wrist.

“It’s the second time it’s happened to me,” Lunzie sagged. “I didn’t think it could happen to me again. Two space wrecks in one lifetime. Muhlah!”

“Twice? Good grief, you’ve had an excess of bad luck.” He released her hand and quickly ran a scanner in front of her chest. “Normal. You’ve recovered quickly. You must be very strong, Doctor.”

“You need exercise and food,” Tee said. “Can I take her away, Harris? Good. Walk with me through the ship. We have recovered all forty-seven of the crew who stayed behind, and two passengers. It is because of one of them that we were able to come looking for you.”