Within thirty minutes it became evident that the Wheel was going to survive this accident. It was edging slowly out of orbit from the impetus of the blow, and in the present weakened state of the construction its small corrective rockets could not be used to stop the drift. But Meloni, the UNRC captain commanding, had got first reports from his damage-control teams, and it did not look too bad. He fired off peremptory demands for the repair materials he would need, and was assured by UNRC headquarters at Mexico City that the ferries would be loaded and on their way as soon as possible. Meloni was just beginning to relax a little when a young officer brought up a minor but vexing problem. Lieutenant Vinson had headed the small party sent out to recover the bodies of the four dead men. In their pressure-suits they had been pawing through the tangled wreckage for some time, and young Vinson was tired when he made his report. "We have all four alongside, sir. The three men in the ferry were pretty badly mangled in the crash. Kieran wasn't physically wounded, but died from space-asphyxiation." The captain stared at him. "Alongside? Why didn't you bring them in? They'll go back in one of the ferries to Earth for burial." "But--" Vinson started to protest. Meloni interrupted sharply. "You need to learn a few things about morale, Lieutenant. You think it's going to do morale here any good to have four dead men floating alongside where everyone can see them? Fetch them in and store them in one of the holds." Vinson, sweating and unhappy now, had visions of a black mark on his record, and determined to make his point. "But about Kieran, sir--he was only frozen. Suppose there was a chance to bring him back?" "Bring him back? What the devil are you talking about?" Vinson said, "I read they're trying to find some way of restoring a man that gets space-frozen. Some scientists down at Delhi University. If they succeeded, and if we had Kieran still intact in space--" "Oh, hell, that's just a scientific pipe-dream, they'll never find a way to do that," Meloni said. "It's all just theory." "Yes, sir," said Vinson, hanging his head. "We've got trouble enough here without you bringing up ideas like this," the captain continued angrily. "Get out of here." Vinson was now completely crushed. "Yes, sir. I'll bring the bodies in." * * * * * He went out. Meloni stared at the door, and began to think. A commanding officer had to be careful, or he could get skinned alive. If, by some remote chance, this Delhi idea ever succeeded, he, Meloni, would be in for it for having Kieran buried. He strode to the door and flung it open, mentally cursing the young snotty who had had to bring this up. "Vinson!" he shouted. The lieutenant turned back, startled. "Yes, sir?" "Hold Kieran's body outside. I'll check on this with Mexico City." "Yes, sir."