Third from the Sun | Richard Matheson (1950)

His eyes were open several seconds before the alarm was supposed to go off. Beside him, his wife touched his arm. He knew what she was going to say.

“Are we still going?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said and he felt her fingers grip his arm even more tightly.

“You’re certain we can get on the spaceship without anyone noticing?” she asked.

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