In Space No One Can Hear Your Fanaticism.
Kline strode around a corner. Something lay on the floor ahead. A body. As he moved further around the bend he counted seven bodies lying outside a closed doorway.
“There they are,” Bilge said.
Kline recounted. "There's only seven," he said. He hoped the missing one belonged to Symcox. She deserved to survive after what she had been through.
“Let’s have a closer look at the bodies,” Deli ordered.
Kline stepped to the closest - a female he thought by the length of its black hair. Its mummified face defied sex recognition.
Kline moved to the next body. A week's growth of beard indicating it was male. It had darker skin.
“Vishwinath I would say,” Deli said.
A blond haired woman was next. Kline could tell she was female because of her exposed shrunken cleavage. He checked for dog tags, she had none.
“Possibly Turner,” Bilge guessed.
“Could be Symcox too,” Deli said.
Kline tried to match the corpse with images from Symcox's file.