Another day where I had to power through.
“Absolutely not,” Greg told me, bright and early next morning.
I had gone to him before Maki because I knew she’d say no, and could I even blame her? Once you get the space-happy in the cryofreezer, the idea is to keep him there. If he’s in there, he can’t get out. But I figured if we had enough people with rifles around, it’d be safe enough. And since Greg was in charge of what weapons we had on the planet’s surface, I’d have to get him to agree with my scheme.
Only he wasn’t agreeing. “I’m not going to ask Maki to thaw Adam out, Pam. I mean, you can hear how stupid that idea is when I say it aloud, right?”
“It’s the only way to check the eyes, Greg. We don’t have any footage of them when he went after me, or when he woke up; and the pre-freeze checklist doesn’t include looking at eye colors. One look, and we’ll know.”
Greg shrugged. “And then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s say you’re right. His eyes have changed colors. So what?”