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"Well, we knew it would be," Hugh snapped, annoyed with himself for having the same lost feeling.
"Hi!" Alan peered cautiously out of the door. "Can I comedown? Is it alright?"
"Come ahead."
Alan eased himself gingerly over the edge and joined them. He looked around and whistled. "Gosh!"
Their first sortie took them all of fifty feet from the Ship. They huddled close together for silent comfort, and watched their feet to keep from stumbling on this strange uneven deck. They made it without incident until Alan looked up from the ground and found himself for the first time in his life with nothing close to him. He was hit by vertigo and acute agoraphobia; he moaned, closed his eyes and fell.
"What in the Ship?" demanded Ertz, looking around. Then it hit him.
Hugh fought against it. It pulled him to his knees, but be fought it, steadying himself with one hand on the ground. However, he had the advantage of having stared out through the view port for endless time; neither Alan nor Ertz were cowards.
"Alan!" his wife shrilled from the open door. "Alan! Come back here!" Alan opened one eye, managed to get it focused on the Ship, and started inching back on his belly.
"Man!" commanded Hugh. "Stop that! Situp."
Alan did so, with the air of a man pushed too far. "Open your eyes!" Alan obeyed cautiously, reclosed them hastily.
"Just sit still and you'll be all right," Hugh added
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