Tang Yue snapped awake in the middle of the night as he reached his hand out to get an idea of the ambient temperature.
He got up and dressed, drew the curtains to his quarters as a biting cold rushed at him. Tang Yue trembled.
Kunlun Station was dim and silent. The communications system was still online, but Mai Dong wasn't in the Crystal module. She was likely sleeping.
The plastic tent was propped up in the middle of the Hab. Over the plastic sheet were blankets and cloth, and the light from the blinding high-pressure sodium lamps was seeping out of the cracks in the blanket covering.
The computer monitor on the desk was black. The clock was flickering a red light every second.
Tang Yue walked over, crouched beside the greenhouse and through the plastic sheet, which was covered in dew, he could see the water troughs on the floor.
