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Tim crossed his small room and opened the door ajar slightly to peer out onto the corridor. Ed and Max stood there looking agitated.
“Let us in, quick!” Max demanded.
The two barged their way into Tim’s room and waited for him the close the door behind them.
“We have a problem,” began Ed. “No one is being allowed to leave the station for Earth. They know there has been an unauthorised entry into the apparatus room. They don’t know who but they know someone has been in.”
“How?” Tim asked.
“We don’t know,” continued Max, “but we ‘aint leaving now.”
“What? We can’t stay – we’ll die!”
“You knew the risk Tim, you knew the plan. If we can’t get away, we stay.”
“But...”
“No 'buts' Tim, that’s it. Game over.”
Tim’s nausea had now just boiled over. He barged between Ed and Max to the small bathroom area at the back of his room and vomited into his toilet. Once he’d emptied his guts and rinsed his mouth he staggered back to face Max and Ed.
“I’m sorry guys, I.. I just can’t deal with this. I know you guys are true to your cause and all that but…” he tailed off. “And I know what you’re thinking but you’re wrong. It’s not my death I can’t handle, it’s everyone else’s. This is wrong.”
“It’s a bit late for this now, Tim,” accused Ed.
“I know.” Tim murmured, thinking to himself. There was a long pause. Then Tim stiffened and snapped out of his semi-trance like someone had waved smelling salts under his nose. “No, it’s not too late.” He looked at his watch and laughed hysterically.
“There are 5 hours lefts gents. I’m going to stop this and tell someone.”
Max and Ed shot each other a glance. Tim turned to retrieve his coat which was hung on the wall in the bathroom. Before he could turn around again he felt a sudden sharp pain at the base of his neck. Then the world went dark.