Hera and the entire sick bay faded out of view, as Tate was completely surrounded in the mists. When they had cleared, Tate found himself ... outside?
He looked around at the Martian landscape. He was outside, without a spacesuit. Yet he was breathing.
"How is this possible?" he asked aloud, but no one was around to hear him. Maybe this is what Hera meant when she said she'd empower me, Tate thought. He could breath the Martian atmosphere. And although it was a little on the cold side (the base jumpsuit he was still wearing helped a little), it was nowhere near how cold it should have been.
He looked around again, this time to get his bearings. But there were no landmarks that looked familiar and the base was nowhere in sight. He was lost.
Suddenly, he heard singing. It was coming from just over the next ridge. Seeing that he had no idea how to get back to the base, he decided to check out the singing.
