Our fingers press against either side of the portal, like prisoner and visitor. The repair unsuccessful, the station on lockdown, we're both trapped, her inside me out.
She smiles. Points. Looks over my shoulder. The supply ship, a tortoise in a vast ocean, in view, the mission changed since its inception.
Her smile vanishes, as if pulled from her face by a weight. She mouths "I love you." I reply "Me too." She places her palm on the window. Closes her eyes. Sinks from view.
The supply ship nears. Uncertain if I want it to arrive in time, I wait.