“The light was dim. He wanted to breathe fresh air again, as he had before stepping on the platform. He’d been breathing the stale air of spaceships and the Mars station and the Phobos installations for so long he’d almost forgotten what fresh air was like. Even if it had been fake, he wanted it again. But when he filled his lungs, it was that disgusting sour-lemon smell he had first noticed when he killed his first zombie. He was a man again, but he didn’t want to be back in hell. Yet he had traveled somewhere, hadn’t he? He felt he’d come a very long way just to reach…”