The dripping of water. The buzz of a mosquito. Even the annoying nagging of his wife would’ve been preferable to the nothing he now heard.
How long had it been like this? Norman struggled to answer that question. All he could remember was falling away when the fuel tank ruptured. Yes, that was it. The fuel tank ruptured.
He struggled to turn and look back at the ship, but he couldn’t move and dark spots blocked his vision. Giving up, he allowed himself to drift. Being thrown into space wasn’t so bad if only he grabbed an oxygen tank first.