Major D.J. covered the ghastly pile of flesh and blood with the cloth again and said gently, "You need some rest, Peters. After an accident like that, we're all under a lot of pressure." He looked around, frowning worriedly. He had barely managed to piece together a body, but it offered no further information. All he knew was that the victim had suffered terribly before death. They were now stranded at the edge of the Solar System, accompanied by nothing but silent, freezing space. The crew of the Event Horizon from seven years ago had all become mangled remains, and another ship from Earth was supposedly approaching with its sights set on the hyperspace engine. Under such pressure, it was perfectly normal for the crew to suffer mental breakdowns.
Dr. Peters wiped away her tears. The chill of her fingers cleared her head somewhat. "I'm going back to the Lewis and Clark to bring back some psychiatric medication," she said, sniffling. "Don't worry. I'll wear a spacesuit, and First Mate Stark will help me. Isn't Cooper repairing the hull plating? It won't be dangerous to return to the Lewis and Clark."
Major D.J. shrugged.
It was the best solution available. He only hoped their medicine supply was plentiful enough to leave enough after they passed through the fog. Without medication to stabilize their minds, they would not last long aboard this horrifying space cruise ship. "Don't worry. Judging by that ship's speed, it'll need at least another week to reach the vicinity of the Event Horizon," First Mate Stark said as she returned from the Engine Room. "We have plenty of time to figure out what happened on this ship."
Only D.J., the medic, voiced some dissatisfaction.
The temperature aboard the Event Horizon had returned to normal, allowing them to