Instead, I go to the hatch that leads to the stars. Maybe I can see the planet through the bubble-glass window if I look just right.

That’s odd.

The code for the door is Godspeed, or, on the numbered pad, 46377333. But the little window over the keypad already shows numbers: 46377334. The numbers fade to an error message: INCORRECT CODE. As the message changes back to the wrong numbers, I look inside the hatch.

Someone’s lying facedown on the floor.

My eyes widen. I clear out the incorrect code and type in the right one, opening the hatch door.

My heart drops. I know who this is. My hand flies immediately to my wi-com, and I try first for Elder, but the stupid thing just beeps uselessly. I stare at the body on the floor, my stomach churning. I can’t seem to catch my breath.

“Luthor?” I ask tentatively.

I try to com Doc too, but I can already tell from the stench that it’s too late.

I roll the body over. Green patches line his arms from wrist to elbow.

I look for the message Elder told me had been written across some of the victims, follow the leader. But there’s nothing here. Just patches and death.

His eyes are open, glassy. They stare straight ahead.

His body is stiff. Cold. He’s been dead awhile.

He died down here, probably before Elder gave his announcement about planet-landing. He died without knowing hope. He died cold and alone, blocked from the light of the stars, on a hard metal floor, surrounded by walls.

There’s nothing I can do. He’s dead.

I glance back at the keypad by the door. Whoever dumped his body in the hatch meant to type the code and open the outer door, sending the body out into the vacuum of space. They messed the code up on the last number and left the body by accident.

I bite my lip, trying to think who would do this—and what I should do if I figure it out. Does Luthor’s murderer deserve punishment? He tried to rape me, he did rape Victria, and he would do it again, given the chance. He’s been pushing for a rebellion not because he believes in any ideal of democracy, but because he thrills in causing chaos. He never showed any remorse. He didn’t make a mistake—he was evil, and he knew, and he relished in it.

I remember the rage in Elder’s eyes when I told him what Luthor had done, and how he went away for so long after.

No. No.

I force my mind to think of the future.

Planet-landing.

Fresh air.

My parents, awake and with me.

No more walls.

I turn my back very deliberately on the body and walk to the hatch door. I shut it, trying as hard as possible not to catch sight of the body through the bubble window.