Cara Riesling-18 hours until impact
There was a groaning sound as the metal began to warp. Cara glanced anxiously at Raygo, who'd gone still.
"Hold on, okay?" she yelled, coughing violently.
The machine teetered as she pushed it upwards, feeling her muscles scream with the effort.
For a moment it slid aside, before crashing downwards and shattering one side of the cylinder.
Cara got to her feet, running as quickly as her legs would let her, and, grabbing Raygo's arms, dragged him out of the room and into the hallway.
She collapsed against the wall, taking in huge gulps of sweet air.
Everything hurt, but her skin was buzzing with electricity.
"Raygo?" she asked, "We got out."
There was no reply.
Cara moved towards him, feeling a rising sense of panic.
"Can you hear me?"
He didn't move.
"Come on, we have to keep moving."
A few moments of silence passed.
"This can't be happening." she muttered, getting to her feet.
She paced the hallway, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"You...you can't...not like this..."
Raygo didn't reply.
"We were all supposed to go together!" she yelled at him, her eyes stinging, "After everything that's happened..! You can't die on me now!"
She got onto her knees beside him, her hands crackling.
"Say something! Say something, damn it!"
Cara watched, waiting, before punching him in the chest, surging with electricity.
"You can't...god..." she sighed, her anger deflating.
She moved back to sit against the wall, hugging her knees.
"This is my fault, isn't it?" she started quietly, "I...I couldn't save you..."
Her throat tightened and she bowed her head, ashamed.
It felt like hours or perhaps days had passed before she heard the cough.
Cara looked up cautiously, afraid that she was imagining things.
A few seconds later there was another cough, and she was sure she hadn't imagined it.
Raygo sat up blearily, coughing.
"Jesus," he wheezed, "I feel like crap."
"You're alive!" Cara almost yelled, as if to convince herself, "You're...alive!"
"Last I checked." Raygo replied, confused by her enthusiasm.
Cara practically leapt onto him, near-squeezing him to death.
"I was terrified," she admitted, "I thought you were...I thought you'd..."
She pulled away, grinning.
"You're okay. Thank God."
Cara looked down the hall, getting to her feet.
"We should go. Maybe try and find out how we got here from the sewers."
"Yeah..." Raygo replied absent-mindedly, "Sure."
She helped him to his feet and they started to make their way through the new wing of the station.