What to read after Cassandra?

I turned the power right down, whispering to the void as I pointed my finger just where I wanted that infra-visible fire to go. The short infra, right at the bottom loading of its range, turned that frozen oxygen rather rapidly back into a gas, one which condensed on my suit and on the thicker ice around the lock's jack. Siobhan kept us together, edging the Wren after the air-tent as the gusts of expanding gas thrust the tent away. It seemed like a rather long time before I could lock my line into the jack and bolt everything tight, but Siobhan told me that it was actually less than ten minutes, "Now can I wake him up?" She demanded, "The temperature is back up to thirty-nine degrees Co and overall pressure is up to fifteen pounds per square inch. Don't worry; he's woken up all by himself." She cut me in on the communication line and I heard his muffled voice within the tent wondering what the hell and damnation was happening now. "It's only me, Doctor." I told him in a small voice.