He rested his forehead against the cool wall. He visualized it sucking the fever out through his skin and dispersing it among the stars.
As soon as he’d broken quarantine, Harrison searched the ship for the rest of the crew.
It was abandoned.
He stumbled upon a trail of photographs, the old printed kind, leading him through the ship like breadcrumbs.
All had been from the trip out and full of people in the labs, smiling and pointing.
The final photo, taped to the wall, was of him, smiling and pointing to a Petrie dish.
Someone wanted him to know.