“Paul, I’m cut off from Life Support. Comms is our only chance. We’ve got about six hours of life support left—that gives you four hours to fix the console and contact help. It’s up to you, kid, but don’t worry. I’ll talk you through.”
When Val had said that two hours ago, Paul had actually been excited about saving the station. Then he lost contact with Val.
“Don’t worry.” Right. Paul’s laugh sounded slightly hysterical. Let the preacher’s kid fix comms. Great plan, Val.