I look up at the hatch on the ceiling, consider it as the single red emergency bulb casts a deathly glow over all of us. But before I can reach for it, the power surges to life again and we're rising.

But the buttons are dark. We're no longer heading for our original destination, I'm sure of it.

Ready, I send. They're waiting for us.

My friends shift in place, but don't speak, minds tied to mine so tightly I feel their muscles bunch and relax as they prepare for ...