The water was delicious. It was ice-cold, sweet and clear, and somehow alive. The water on the ship had always been flat and dead. Not surprising when you think how many millions of times it must have been recycled in the long years of the voyage. She shuddered and decided she'd rather not think about where the ship's water had been before she drank it. This was wonderful, though virgin water straight from a mountain stream. She cupped her hand under the spring and drank again until ...