"Seven hours," Wass said quietly, "until take-off."
"One more level," Martin said, ignoring the reference to time. "I ...
think it's the last."
They walked down the ramp and stood together, silent in a dim pool of
artificial light on the bottom level of the alien city.
Rodney played his torch about the metal figures carefully placed about
the floor. "Martin, what if there are no reservoirs? What if there are
cemeteries instead? Or cold storage units? Maybe the switch I pulled--"
"Rodney! Stop it!"