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       In the hangar:  except for the open arms of the thrushes and the reverberating echo:  I
was greeted by the strange feeling: that something was wrong   - hence besides the fact:  that
nothing had been right since morning - Lyra disappeared from the sky: the Earth was struggling
with another huge catastrophe - and so on - something else kept creeping into my consciousness
- as if I did not remember something important: that arose from the circumstances - and now it
threatens me more and more.
       It only became fully visible in my mind: when:    while removing the spacesuit from the
storage container: I noticed a quick shadow and instinctively threw to the opposite side.
       Five cadets. The father with twins: Filipino couple and the balloon seller.
       Blanca: Robert and me. 
       One person must have already been on board!
       I spun around on the ground:   parried the screwdriver attack    and grabbed green male
fist.  
       Surprised: I looked for an answer in the malachite eyes of the assailant: but there was
nothing only a hard determination to punch  and stab    - so I stopped distracting myself with
questions and headbutted him in the face.
       Although  a strong  stream  of blood  immediately  flowed  from his nose    - it had no
educational effect on him  - on the contrary  - he furiously jumped with his knees on my chest
and broke my rib.
       Ignoring the fact: that he cut my palm: I grabbed his hands: rolled him onto side:  and
kicking him away from me with both legs.    Then I stood up by jump and took a hammer from the
wall.
       "Don't worry darlings: you'll survive today: because I'm curious:" I thought:       and
narrowed my eyes dramatically. 
       He was about my age: maybe a little older:    tall and thin: and with his long legs and
arms - he ran towards me wildly and without respect: despite the pain: that visibly marked his
movements.
       "But I'm also tired: so we won't prolong it:"   I added: kicking the screwdriver out of
his hand and hitting him fast and hard in the temple with the round end of the hammer handle.
       I searched him briefly: I didn't find any phone or identity card        - only sky blue
handkerchief of the Hotel Orfeus: earbuds and one menthol candy: which: after a short and very
intensive turning in my fingers: I unwrapped and ate. 
       "It's only a small price to pay for my rib ... Adam:"    I told him as I turned him and
tied his ankles and wrist with silver tape for micro punctures.
       I put on the spacesuit and connected to the bridge:   "there's a black passenger stowed
in the hangar. What's the situation outside?"
       "What passenger??"
       "Man. Green. He's probably been hiding on the ship for a while. He wasn't very friendly
- so I put him to sleep."
       "Yes: I see. Another insect has flown to us: eight thrushes:     we can wait for more -
since we're standing:" said Butterfly coldly: as if it were all my fault.
       "Lower the boundary wall and open the small hangar door:"     I ordered just as coldly:
"I'm going out."