The crash meant he’d have to walk back. Tim was seven miles from home with a fractured leg and a dead phone. Still, he set off with a purpose.
“I can make it,” he thought.
He tried not to dwell on the fact that no one knew he was in trouble. They stopped real-time monitoring years ago once this type of solo trip became mundane.
Two hours later he sat, exhausted, with his back against a smooth boulder. The pain was worsening and his breathing was shallow.
The air light glowed red just as Earth rose over the horizon.
“I can make it,” he thought.
He tried not to dwell on the fact that no one knew he was in trouble. They stopped real-time monitoring years ago once this type of solo trip became mundane.
Two hours later he sat, exhausted, with his back against a smooth boulder. The pain was worsening and his breathing was shallow.
The air light glowed red just as Earth rose over the horizon.
