Bracing with his other hand, he got a secure grip and pivoted the hatch towards himself, carefully keeping an eye on his makeshift repair to be sure it stayed in place. As he had the hatch nearly closed, something blocked it. He pulled harder, then leaned back slightly to see the whole circumference, wondering what was in the way. What Michael saw, he couldn't believe. Pinched between the swinging hatch and the structure of Pursuit was a gloved hand. Someone was trying to get in.

— The Apollo Murders by Chris Hadfield (Page 192)