Chad gagged, his whole body convulsing as he tried to contain it. He fumbled in his leg pocket, yanking out a sick bag just in time to get it positioned over his face as the steak and eggs shot out of his mouth like a jet. Luke grimaced and pulled himself across the hatch to the other window. He poked Michael and silently pointed with his chin. Did they really have to make the bag transparent?

— The Apollo Murders by Chris Hadfield (Page 167)