Dana watched, fascinated as blue bleached out of the sky.
“And now it’s raining,” said Athos. “I’ve been on this planet for five minutes, and it’s raining on me.”
Rain. Dana had felt it in virtual simulations, but never in real life. It had a breathless feel about it, as if the world was about to fly apart into pieces of water. She almost enjoyed the sensation.
“Athos,” she said, and for some bizarre reason she felt like laughing. At him, at the scenery around them, at the delicious realisation that they were alive when they should have died in a crash like that, surely. “Did you and this planet have a bad break up with each other? Is counselling required?”
“I hate this sodding planet,” he growled. “I hate being rained on. And I hate – are you dancing?”
“Just stretching,” Dana said, spinning around on the spot with her fingers and arms flung wide. “I want to see if I can move faster than the raindrops.”
“D’Artagnan,” Athos said, keeping his voice even. “You are enjoying this planet’s company far too much. Should I leave you two alone together?”
“Jealous that I’m getting on well with your ex?” Dana grinned at him, then threw herself to the ground. The grass still felt warm from the sunshine that had disappeared behind the grey clouds. “I’ve never liked a planet before. This is new.”
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