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He steps out into his (and Hobbie's) bunk room on the ship, and the first thing he does is whirl around and step back through the door--
--into the corridor.
One hand against the wall, feeling the vibrations from the engines, Wes breathes for a moment. He's scared, so scared, so kriffing terrified -- and then he's back in his room (door slides, doesn't swing) and sitting on his (single) bunk, and there's a length of string he picked up somewhere, it doesn't matter where but he has it. He snaps it off to a suitable length, then fishes his Milliways key out of his pocket, unhooks the tag, and threads the string through it.
The tag gets thrown in the trash chute -- he'll remember what room he's in -- and the key goes round his neck, tucked in his shirt.
Just so he'll always have it.
Just in case.
--into the corridor.
One hand against the wall, feeling the vibrations from the engines, Wes breathes for a moment. He's scared, so scared, so kriffing terrified -- and then he's back in his room (door slides, doesn't swing) and sitting on his (single) bunk, and there's a length of string he picked up somewhere, it doesn't matter where but he has it. He snaps it off to a suitable length, then fishes his Milliways key out of his pocket, unhooks the tag, and threads the string through it.
The tag gets thrown in the trash chute -- he'll remember what room he's in -- and the key goes round his neck, tucked in his shirt.
Just so he'll always have it.
Just in case.