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Elizabeth stands on the balcony. The sky turns gray and the waves rise. The wind tangles her hair and cuts through the room.
It chills Kate, even under three blankets and the flannel pajamas brought from Earth. She throws back the covers and grabs a sweater.
"You're like ice," she says, trying to pry Elizabeth's white-knuckled hands loose.
"No." Elizabeth shakes her head. She stares into the distance.
"Elizabeth, please."
"I can't."
Kate shrugs off her sweater and drops it on Elizabeth's shoulders. "I'm here," she whispers. When Kate puts her arms around Elizabeth, the storm breaks. Then Elizabeth cries.