Keisha hurried back to Mark and watched the ship ease from the sky. The trees were breath-takingly close to its wing tips. "We've made it, Mark," she told her comatose buddy, eyes never leaving the descending Courier. She could hardly comprehend the reality of it for herself. As soon as the ship settled, Keisha glanced back at Mark. His face and hands were swollen and his color was bad. "Hang on, Mark!" she demanded shaking him. "Don't you quit on me now. We're almost home!" A moan escaped Mark's lips, but he didn't regain consciousness. The ramp at the back of the craft was dropping. As soon as it hit the ground, two Peacekeepers raced down it and toward them. Suddenly, Keisha's legs went rubbery and she couldn't stand any longer. She dropped heavily to the ground. Keisha had used up all that she had within her. Will power alone had kept them going for the last two days. Help was fast approaching; her body shut down. Utterly spent, Keisha did not lose consciousness, just sat staring at their approaching rescuers. The male flier reached them first. He kneeled next to Mark. "What happened?" he asked. "Vilemouth." "How long ago?" "Six." Keisha's struggled against her confusion. "No, seven." She hesitated, marshaling her thoughts. "No, six. It was six." She looked up at the man. "Will--will he...?" "Six days? He'll be alright." By now, the woman had joined them. "What's the deal, Bluey?" "Vilemouth." The woman winced. "Well, let's gather these two up and get out of here." She moved over to Keisha. Bending down, she smiled, offering her hand. "Hi, I'm Jo." "K-Keisha." She took the woman's hand and was assisted to her feet. The world spun and her legs threatened to give way. "Whoa!" exclaimed Jo, grabbing her. "Let me help you." They stood swaying together a moment, then Jo brought up a canteen of water. "Here, drink this." Keisha got down several large gulps before choking. Jo took the canteen without letting go of her. "Hey, Girl, you've got that thousand-yard-stare! Let's get you back to the ship." She glanced over at Bluey, who had started an emergency IV. "I'll her settled and be right back." Bluey nodded but kept his focus on Mark. "Take Mark first." Jo shook her head. "Nope! He's getting what he needs now right where he is. I need to get you settled on the ship so I can get back her to help Bluey." Unable to put up any resistance, Keisha allowed herself to be escorted away. By the time Jo had taken care of Keisha, Bluey was already dragging Mark toward the craft. She joined him and together they lifted Mark and carried him the rest of the way. Once on board, Jo left Bluey to finish securing their new passengers and headed for the cockpit. She deftly punched her board. The engines rumbled to life as the ramp shut. The courier slowly lifted, swaying gently, then screamed toward the sky. Jo switched from hover to forward lift. Bluey entered the cockpit. "Headed back to Main," she informed him. "Bigger, better hospital and a lot closer. Think this Mark guy is gonna need them." Bluey nodded in agreement. "Nothing in our manifest that more important than that." Neither said anything for a few moments, then Jo asked; "Think he'll make it?" "He will if you can get to Main within two hours." "I'll see him there with forty minutes to spare!" Bluey sent her a skeptical look. He might as well have said, "not in this old tub." Jo grinned at him. "Watch me!"