(spacecraft whooshing)
- Done! That's the last of it.
So, are you ready to leave this junk to go
to a real space station?
- Yeah. There are still some things I need to do.
- Sonia. You're not beating yourself up about it,
are you?
You followed protocol.
Why make this so complicated?
Just go see her.
- Thanks for your help, Frank.
I got it from here.
- See you at the party!
(radio communications, static)
- Fourth repair this week alone.
I know this place is like ancient and believe me
I love our job, but this is getting ridiculous.
- (laughs) Speaking of ridiculous, come on, turn around.
- Being really ridiculous.
Yeah. At least we get to work together, but I'm saying...
- I know. It sucks here.
- I can't wait to leave this place.
(slow keyboard strokes)
- Oh, hi! Did you come for a visit?
Let me get you a pass.
Miss? Are you okay?
(electronic music)
- [Frank] Hey, look at this guy!
He's going to Morpheus.
Congratulations, man.
Sonia! Where are you off to in that head of yours?
- Hey, Frank.
- I don't know why you're being so hard on yourself.
She would want you to have this.
- But...
- Come on, have some fun!
(panicked breathing)
(warning beeps)
- No!
(muffled explosion)
(intense music)
- [Communication from Station] Sonia,
get back to the station.
Help is en route.
I repeat, get back to the station.
Help us on its way.
- Hey Sonia. Are you okay?
You don't look so - Sonia!
(intense music)
(sharp intake of breath)
(running footsteps)
(intense music)
(falls with a gasp)
(panicked breathing)
(music intensifies)
(short gasp)
(beep of medical equipment)
- I can't wait to leave this place.