“Anyone else having breathing problems?” Paris spoke up. “Aside from me?”
	The little girl nodded. “Like I just ran or something.”
	“One lung short,” Shazza said, patting the little girl’s head. “All of us.”
	“Well, I tend towards the asthmatic,” Paris announced as if the news were of vital interest. “And with all this dust…” He looked at Fry expectantly.
	Fry was aware that other faces had turned to her. They were looking for answers.
	“It’s the atmosphere,” Fry said slowly, although that part was obvious. “Too much pressure, not enough oxygen. Might take a few days to…”
-Pitch Black (page 22)