But Deadlight couldn’t hear her. Olivia was forced to watch as he made his slow way up what was left of the bridge. The other side of the ship waited there. She couldn’t even control her orientation, and with his unsteady tugs, she was wrapped around and twisted head-over-heels. She could see where the bridge was meant to lead, with the doorway apparently still open. A faint shimmer of light glowed and there was no blast of air. So either they vented the air, or there’s a shield. I fucking hope we can get through.