Compared to the constant brightness of the interior during the flight over, the gloom of the jumper now felt surreal. Is that because there’s nothing to see? She stopped in front of Photuris, who was frozen in her seat as though she was afraid it might attack her. She made a faint squeaking sound, and had both forelegs wrapped around the straps. Sarah poked her gently on the shoulder, and spoke into her radio. “Paging Dr. Irwin.”