Static grated against my ear drums.
_Static!_
* * * * *
I listened to the harsh, erratic sound and my voice was weak by
comparison: "Calling Lunar City."
"Static!" Kane echoed my thoughts. His frown made deep clefts between
his eyebrows. "There's no static between inter-lunar radio!"
Verana's voice was small and frightened. "That sounds like the static
we hear over the bigger radios when we broadcast to Earth."
"It does," Marie agreed.
"But we wouldn't have that kind of static over _our_ radio, unless--"
Verana's eyes widened until the pupils were surrounded by circles of
white--"unless we were in outer space!"
We stared at the metal door that had imprisoned us, afraid even to
speak of our fantastic suspicion.