by Per Holbo
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Thor fought to hold his breath as long as Aseirly possible, even though he knew it was futile. Baldur was way out of reach and the girls were already too far away. There was no chance they could come back and pick him up, even if they knew where he was. Not still having enough oxygen to complete the mission anyway. His own oxygen tank was almost depleted and the only thing he could think of right now was to get the most out of his last breath as he could before he died.
He exhaled and began breathing normally. He was calm and knew he wouldn´t die in pain. Hoped he wouldn´t die in vain. The carbon monoxide would slowly build up inside the suit till the air eventually would be so toxic that he would be knocked unconscious and then sleep quietly into death. He focused all the energy he had left on getting everything he could from the impressions around him. The undulating membrane, the pitch black nothing, the light far away of a star on the its trip to its final resting place inside one of the five black holes in Skrymers Glove. Another paradox, because theoretically he should not be able to see the black holes outside the non gravity pocket. The poisonous carbon monoxide was entering his system and Thor felt drowsiness overpower him. He began to hallucinate and imagined how the light from afar turned into Alfheim, approaching with its shields down.
“Thor!”
He could hear Baldur´s voice far away, as if he was yelling from inside of a box. Thor had never been exposed to carbon monoxide poisoning before. He knew that hallucinations were very ordinary, but he was still surprised at how real it all felt and he hadn´t thought those hallucinations to include audio.
“Thor! I´ll open the airlock and slowly move toward you. You should be able to enter the ship through the rear air lock!” Baldur had always been so insistent. Thor´s body floated slowly toward the open airlock and waned gently to the floor. Then the outer door of the air lock shut with the familiar sweeching sound. As did Thor's eyes...