Down to Earth

"Gino . . . Gino . . . help me! For God's sake, do something!" The tiny voice scratched in Gino Lombardi's earphone, weak against the background roar of solar interference. Gino lay flat in the lunar dust, half-buried by the pumice-fine stuff, arm extended and reaching far down into the cleft in the rock. Through the thick fabric of his suit he felt the edge crumbling and pulled hastily back. The dust and pieces of rock fell instantly, pulled down by the light lunar gravity, unimpeded by any trace of air. A fine mist of dust settled on Glazer's helmet below, partially obscuring his tortured face."Help me, Gino, get me out of here," he implored, stretching his arm up over his head