She thought of John, floating naked against black space and crystal stars.
Atop, nearly brushing the ceiling, was a crystal star, each point pulsing with light.
She didn't want to leave the crystal star behind.
She had news about the crystal star but would say no more over the phone.
She had indeed mentioned something about the crystal star.
"I left the crystal star in the sample chamber."
At the bottom lay a crystal star, smaller than his outstretched hand.
The crystal star must act as a key, but how?
Jack moved beside her, his gaze fixed on the crystal star.
He burst from his end of the crypt, grabbed the crystal star, and dove back into cover.
