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"Do we have any sample bags?" Lando asked, returning to where Lobot
and the equipment sled floated.

"Yes. Six small, six large, and two capsules of freeform sheet gel."

"The bags--they're self-sealing, right?"

"Yes, Lando." He paused. "I'm sorry--I don't have any more
information. Do amnesiacs know that there are things they cannot
remember? If so, then I know how it feels to have amnesia. What I
know best is making links and browsing for information. I do not seem
to have much other expertise."

"Save the self-examination for another time," said Lando. "Grab one of
those small sample bags and see if we can't improvise a mitten for
me."

Before long, they managed to attach the mouth of the sample bag above
the wrist lock for the missing gauntlet. By squeezing the locking
pins, Lando was able to make the wrist cuff relax. Almost immediately
the swelling in his fingers began to subside.

"I do not know if the bag or the adhesive is strong enough to withstand
another depressurization," said Lobot.

"I'm not counting on that," Lando said. "I just don't want to lose
consumables, or the use of my hand.

The odds are bad enough already. Did you get anything out of Artoo's
data?"

"I believe I have our heading prior to the jump to within half a
degree," Lobot said, then rattled off the numbers. "I apologize for
the imprecision."
"That would put us on a course toward Sector One-Five-One," Lando
said.

"Yes. The boundary is eight light-years from our original position."

"Is there anyone out in 'Fifty-One who might be able to help us?"

"I'm sorry," said Lobot. "Artoo has navigational data only. There is
no geopolitical or sociological data."

Lando nodded. "Stop apologizing for what you can't give me. We
haven't the time to spare. How far is this road open?"

"The imprecision of the heading becomes more significant the farther
out we look, of course," said Lobot.