Youslus had brought a tool kit and a crate of spare parts that may or may not have belonged to the motor. Then he crouched down on his haunches, just out of reach of his prisoners, the shotgun straddled across his knees, and watched Leggy work. Teddy worked with a pickaxe ...
To us? Me stuck up here, and you… you… That’s right, Jones. You ARE stuck up there. On the friggin’ Moon. And you’re not coming back. Get over it. Did you really expect me to wait for you? Forever? Come on, get real! Especially with what’s going on down here? Life’s too short— ...