Margaret strapped herself into the chair, waiting for the end to come, but it never happened. She counted the seconds. One...two...three...four. As she waited, she wondered whether she would even realize the end had come. Would she be vaporized, or would the room simply crack open and send her spilling out into the void of the moon's surface? Whatever it was to be, she feared and longed for it to hurry up.
Time passes slowly in the dark room with only the warning lights to keep her company. Seconds stretched to hours in her mind as she watched the amber lights from on to off to on again. She feared she may go mad before the explosion ever killed her.
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"Then I suggest you come up with an answer before we tell him anything else," Margaret said. "Aldric is results oriented. If you give him the answer to his problems he won't worry about the background information."
"Right," Evan said as he scratched his head. "I suppose I could find a way to reinforce the barrier so that the matter can't get through. Do you think you can buy me a couple of days?"
"I might be able to do that, but the sooner you can finish, the better our chances of his not figuring out something is up." Margaret turned to leave and did not look over her shoulder when she said, "Don't let me down here, Evan. Success means everything this time."
The glowing red numbers of the clock on the wall was the only real indicator that it was morning. Living on the dark side of the moon made time a very mutable thing. The pioneers who made it their home felt far less constrained by the earthly conventions of time. Clocks and relationships measured time, not the position of the sun. Not everyone could handle it, but the long-term residents got used to it or went mad. Evan considered the possibility that he was joining the ranks of the insane. They had spent all night working and it looked like Aldric's idea may have born some fruit.