Bursts out into star-sprinkled space.

From Alien by Walter Hill, David Giler and Dan O’Bannon:

Outside the windows, clouds, clouds, clouds.
Another tremor runs through the ship.
The crews eyes riveted to their instruments.

The ship clears the top of the cloud layer.
Bursts out into star-sprinkled space.
Trailing a wake of clouds.


Kane lies slumped in his chair.
Very dead.
A huge hole in his chest.
The dishes are scattered.
Food covered in blood.


She waits for a response.
But her expression shows that she expects none.
A long moment.
Expectations fulfilled.
Nightmare without end.