I was walking down the corridors of Hermes station and all around me was bedlam. Bedlam in the fullest meaning of the word, jabbering, violent insanity. People I knew, people I had worked with for the last two years, friends, were savaging each other, strangling, beating, biting, gouging out eyes. The spray of blood in low gravity was like a mist on a chilly fall morning. The walls were coated in it. I could taste it in the air.