Inside the tower, a brass arrow points toward the planet. Below it, a wheel turns slowly, drawing power from the moon's gentle spin.
The wheel is still moving. The cable above it has snapped free.
"Power here," Tessa says. "Lamp up there. Gap in the middle."
Two routes lead to the roof. A spiral stair is clear, but narrow. A cargo lift has stopped halfway up its rails.
Rolo lifts his tail to keep it off the controls. You notice him doing it without being reminded.
"Which way?" he asks. "And yes, inspecting is officially part of my plan now."