:02:02
Probably on his way to New Mecca.
:02:05
But what route? What route?
:02:09
Smelled a woman.
:02:11
Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather.
Prospector type.
:02:16
Free settlers.
:02:19
And they only take the back roads.
:02:23
And here's my real problem:
:02:26
Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil.
:02:30
Planning on taking me back to slam...
:02:34
...only this time he picked a ghost lane.
:02:38
A long time between stops.
:02:43
A long time for something to go wrong.
:03:27
Why did I fall on you?
:03:29
He's dead. Captain's dead.
:03:34
I was looking right at him.
:03:35
The chrono shows we're 22 weeks out.
:03:38
Gravity was not supposed to kick in
for another 19.
:03:40
-Why did I fall at all?
-Did you hear what I said?
:03:43
Captain's dead.
:03:49
1,550 millibars.
:03:52
Dropping 20 mb per minute.
:03:55
We're hemorrhaging air.
Something took a swipe at us.
:03:58
Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane.