Neptune Crossing Page 82
*Prepare for docking.*
He moved his hands helplessly over the controls. He had no idea what to do. His spotlight had gone out. He could see nothing. /Please—tell me what—/
The ship’s gravity lurched, and pitched its angle up sharply, and increased abruptly. He fell back against his headrest, grabbing his armrests with a gasp.
A blazing crimson light strobed in through the window, blinding him. The hull shuddered. He felt, or perhaps imagined, a clang as the ship hard-docked.
*Arrival.*
/Arrival?/ he whispered. /Arrival where?/
There was only silence for an answer.