"It isn't comfortable, sure as hell," said Al-Amin. "I think my arm's broken. Think you can get me loose?" "I can try. Give me your hand." Jayjay took the captain's free hand and gave it a tug. Then he released the chair he was holding, braced both feet against the panels of the computer housings, and gave a good pull. The captain didn't budge, but he winced a little. "That hurt?" "Just my arm. The pressure has cut off my blood circulation; my legs are numb, and I can't tell if they hurt or not." Jayjay grabbed the chair again and surveyed the situation. "Where's your First Officer?" "Breckner? Down in the engine room." Jayjay didn't comment on that. If the hold was airless, it was likely that the engine room was, too, and there was no need to worry Al-Amin any more than necessary just now. "Can you use a cutting torch?" the captain asked. "Yes, but I don't think it'll be necessary," Jayjay said. "Hold on a minute." He went back up the stairs to the officers' washroom and, after a little search, got a container of liquid soap from the supplies. Then he went back down to the control room. He made the jump to the chair, holding on with one hand while he held the container of soap with the other. "Can you hold me up with one hand? I'll need both hands to work with." "In this gravity? Easy. Give me your belt." Captain Atef Al-Amin grabbed Jayjay's belt and hung on, while Jayjay used both hands to squirt the liquid soap all over the captain from the waist down. It would have made a great newspaper photo. Captain Al-Amin, wedged between two steel cabinets, hanging upside-down under a pull of one-fifteenth standard gee, holding up his rescuer by the belt. The rescuer, right-side-up, was squeezing a plastic container of liquid soap and directing the stream against the captain. When Al-Amin was thoroughly wetted with the solution, Jayjay again braced his feet against the steel panels and pulled. With a slick, slurping sound, the captain slid loose, and the two of them toppled head-over-heels across the room. Jayjay was prepared for that; he stopped them both by grasping an overhead desk-top as they went by. Then he let go, and the two men dropped slowly to what had been the ceiling. "_Hoo!_" said the captain. "That's a relief! Allah!" Jayjay took a look at the man's arm. "Radius might be broken; ulna seems O.K. We'll splint it later. Your legs are going to tingle like crazy when the feeling comes back." "I know. But we have other things to worry about, Mr. Kelvin. Evidently you and I are the only ones awake so far, and I'm in no condition to go moving all over this spinning bucket just yet. Would you do some reconnoitering for me?" "Sure," said Jayjay. "Just tell me what you want." * * * * * Within half an hour, the news was in.