<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The ship was becoming more unstable by the minute and Maggie found herself grateful they would be shut away and unable to watch the Asura fall apart. Wanting it to be over, wishing greatly she was home and not about to fall from the sky onto an unknown planet, Maggie curled up on the floor of the small space to wait for their fates to be decided. Moore was still moving around, but she tried to ignore him, instead thinking of her family and hoping she would be able to see them again. So his arm sliding around her waist and pulling her up to him jolted her out of surprise more than anything else. She understood though; it was likely they were going to get slung around even in such a cramped space. Sticking together would lessen the likelihood of injuring each other.<br/>
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“Don’t worry about it,” she answered him tensely, though she had to admit it was comforting to feel a strong chest against her back, soothing to have his arm tight around her waist. To help make sure they were as stable in the tiny area as possible, Maggie reached out with one arm and braced it against the wall in hopes it would keep her from bouncing into Moore. Despite the strength of his hold on her, he was still injured and she did not want to risk harming him further. With the palm of one hand flat against the metal surrounding them, the other fell to rest on the arm holding her so close. Her hand gripped his arm, more out of fear than anything else.<br/>
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They bounced around a lot anyway, particularly more so as they neared the planet’s surface. The blankets surrounding them cushioned them some, but the more erratic the ship was with its movements, the harder it was for them to keep soon. Eventually it seemed as though they might lose the battle to the jerky movements on the ship, but Maggie did not find out. One of the times the containers peeled away from the Asura, her head banged against the roof of the hatch, and Maggie was no longer awake to know what was happening.<br/>
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She did not know how long she was out. It could have been minutes, hours, days. All Maggie knew was one moment she did not exist, and then she did the next. Green eyes opened to darkness, to stillness, to quiet. She could tell she was still in the little pocket they’d climbed into on the Asura, but that was all. The warmth of another was still present and close, but there was the addition of shallow breathing she either could not detect before or wasn’t there. Her hand that had so desperately clung to Moore’s strong arm was now loosely resting on the bottom of the hatch. Wanting to make sure he was okay, groaning as she started to shift and realizing how incredibly sore she was from all the slamming around the hatch, Maggie weakly lifted her hand to touch the arm still looped around her.<br/>
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“Moore,” she whispered first, her hand giving his arm a shake, “Moore, we’ve landed.” At least, she prayed they had. The ship was awfully still and quiet for anything else to have happened. Her other hand lifted to push her hair from her face, but her fingertips touched something wet and slick on her forehead. Frowning, Maggie slowly pushed her fingers up her cheek, then her temple, only to wince and suck in a deep breath when nerves fired and pain radiated. Instinctively, she jerked her hand away. She would need light to know for sure, but it felt as though she had hit her head and cut it on something.<br/>
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Wanting to see, worried about the shallowness of what she assumed was Moore’s breathing, Maggie carefully extracted herself from his hold. His leg had fallen to rest across the side of hers, so she gently nudged it off first. She removed his arm as well, not liking how limp and lifeless it was, and reached up to undo the seals. Hoping there was adequate oxygen on the other side of the door, she pushed up on the hatch. It didn’t budge at first, but determination set in and Maggie shoved her shoulder against it a couple more times before the thick metal screeched its protests while she pushed it up and over. Sunlight poured in, causing Maggie to wince and look away. She didn’t bother looking around the ship to see what damage had been done, instead turning to make sure her companion was all right.<br/>
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“Moore,” she called again, this time more commandingly, “Moore, wake up.” Hands reached out, took a grip of his shirt, and gently shook in an attempt to bring him to consciousness.</span>