He felt his knees buckling under him and his body falling.
But he was out, stone-cold, when his body hit the ground.
XVIII
Eva Armour was calling to him softly.
"Ash. Oh, Ash. Wake up."
To Sutton's ears came the muted mutter of the coasting rockets, the hollow, thrumming sound of a small ship hurtling through space.
"Johnny," said Sutton's mind.
"We're in a ship, Ash."
"How many are there?"
"The android and the girl. The one called Eva. And they are friendly. I told you they were friendly. Why don't you pay attention?"