<strong>Cubicle #1<br/>??<br/>Somewhere in Antarctica</strong><br/><br/>The door was undamaged, and it popped open with only slight resistance when Aibhlinn tugged.  The sudden movement sent snow swirling through the frigid air.<br/><br/>Inside, the cubicle looked much as the others: completely wrecked.  MRE's, water bottles, and various debris was thrown about.  The chest with the thermal suits had broken loose from its restraints and, as told by the various dents in the foam of the walls, had apparently bounced around the room during freefall.  The cot at least was still secure, and the lightstrip on the ceiling continued to burn bright; any warmth it may have given off was immediately smothered by the frigid cold.  A knot of blankets took up the corner of the room where the chest had been.  An asian woman in a thermal suit, no more than thirty years old, lay halfway inside the mound of fabric with her stomach on the bare floor.  Her head rested in the center of a sizable pool of blood, already frozen into a crimson rime.  When Aibhlinn looked in, she could see the woman's lifeless eyes staring back out at her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Your view of the night sky</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://mdparker46.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/milky-way.jpg)</div></div>