“This can’t be right. It's impossible!”
To Harry and the others Tisha’s voice felt tiny in the immenseness. But she was right. This was impossible. Here they were, a small group of individuals, a random group bought together by... by what? Harry didn’t know. They’d all experienced horror to such a degree that... that what? Harry didn’t know that, either.
Here they were, living, breathing, speaking– in outer space! No protective spacesuit. No oxygen. No spacecraft. No… nothing.
“Impossible!” repeated Tisha anxiously.
"It's... impossible!" Harry echoed.
“It’s fucking ridiculous is what it is!” Rick said, his head shaking in disbelief.