"Err, have any of you seen my gloves?" Collins asked. He was hugging a bowl of pork and dehydrated baked potatoes when he popped out of nowhere like a specter.
"I don't know. But I think it floated past my head a minute ago," Zhang Heng replied.
"And you just watched it fly away like that?"
"It seems so."
"Alright."
"You can go look in the Lunar Module. It probably went in that direction."
"Collins, did you take the wrong toothbrush?" Armstrong poked his head out from the door, his expression grim.
"Did I? I remember putting my name on it."
"Yes, and you put it on my toothbrush," Armstrong grunted. "Also, remember to clean the fuel cell. Whose turn is it?"
Zhang Heng raised his hand, "It's mine."
"I'll do it," Collins cut in. "Don't the two of you have something really big to do today?" he chuckled and patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder. "You must return safely."
