The night lasted slightly less than nine hours, and Sarah slept through it, having been much more tired than she had first thought.
But, Jhonny was up before sunrise.
It wasn't because his night was done, no. Jhonny woke up, his stomach growling in protest, the pangs of hunger causing him more pain than he could bear.
But the first thing he noticed when he tried getting to his feet was that his movements were extremely restrained.
Looking down at himself, Jhonny noticed his spacesuit was pulled taut against his exosuit and gear, making for a makeshift restraining vest. But it didn't last.
The moment he exerted the slightest bit of force to get upright, the spacesuit tore, and he felt the restraining feeling vanish. Along with it, any protection the spacesuit offered by hiding all the gear he had brought.
