Sunrise came every 45 minutes. He used to revel in it, but this time it held no magic. The light revealed open ocean; when he could see land again, he turned the radio back on.
“This is STS-138 calling anyone within the sound of my voice. This is Endeavor. Please respond, over.”
The others were sleeping. He had volunteered to man the radio, so there was less chance of their missing a call from below.
“Endeavor to anyone on the ground, please respond, over.”
Earth rolled slowly, majestically below him as he listened for an answer that did not come.