Beka was surprised that she wasn't dead yet. There must be more air than she had thought. It was still very cold, though. Not much room to move around, even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. 'Why am I even bothering to try not to use up all the air? I already know it's hopeless, that I'm a goner.'
So, what was the answer? It was that she really didn't want to die. Of course, that really didn't matter because she hadn't any control over it. It was going to happen now, ready or not. She wasn't ready but, she could get ready. Beka'd already said her goodbyes to her crew. Anybody else?
Oh, yeah. her brother. Rafe. Well, it looks like you get to keep the C.D. collection, after all. Hope it makes you happy. Good-bye.
Beka wondered if he'd even care. Who knows, he might even live the rest of his life without ever giving her a second thought. Except Dylan might try to find him to tell him she'd just disappeared. Because Dylan was decent like that.
Anyway,
that was enough about that. She'd covered everybody now. What could she think
about to get her mind off her impending doom.
The Maru. Her ship. Her home. It wasn't much but, it was hers. Harper would
continue to take good care of it, she knew. It helped to know that it would be
in good hands.
Beka
was getting tired. She wanted to sleep now. That was actually a good idea. It
looked like she was going to freeze to death before smothering. This wasn't
going to be quite so bad. She was starting to feel warmer already. So, there
was going to be one mercy. Death wasn't going to be painful.
She closed her eyes.