We clung to the ladders. Snap was behind me. "Careful, Gregg! Good
God!"
This dizzying whirl. I tried not to look. The deck under me was now a
blurred kaleidoscope of swinging patches of moonlight and shadow.
We reached the deck. It seemed that from the turret Anita's voice
followed us. "Be careful!"
Once inside the ship, our senses steadied. With the rotating, reeling
heavens shut out, there were only the shouts and tramping steps of the
panic-stricken crew to mark that there was anything amiss. That, and a
pseudo sensation of lurching caused by the pulsing of gravity--a pull
when the Moon was beneath our hull to combine its forces with our
magnetizers; a lightening, when it was overhead. A throbbing, pendulum
lurch!
We ran down to the corridor incline. A white-faced member of the crew
came running up.
"What's happened, Haljan? What's happened?"
"We're falling!" I gripped him. "Get below. Come with us."