The Commander flipped a few switches, and then pulled the launch lever again, one more time, just to be sure. The MEM’s ascent engine again stayed silent. “Sorry.”
Gladmann offered, “Not your fault.”
They unbuckled from their launch seats. Everything there was to say to the orbiter overhead had already been said.
The Commander peered out the tiny window. A trio of flags stood, wire-fluttered, incongruous against the red dust. “I might take a walk.”
“Probably I’ll stay here.” Gladmann said, conversationally.
They shook hands. Gladmann closed the hatch behind the Commander before biting on his capsule.
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