Fortunately he fell asleep there in my arms and I half dragged,
half carried him back to my bunk, where I tucked him beneath the
covers and sat beside him, a hand on his fevered brow. When he woke
up a few hours later, he still felt weak and unsteady but at least
the sickness had passed. Shanley stopped by to check on him one
last time—I told him Dylan was doing much better and turned him
away. “I’m still going to hurt him,” Dylan promised, glaring at the
closed door after the med tech left.
But he isbetter, has been for a
while and now he’s in the cockpit, keeping the carrier on a steady
course and waiting. We’re all waiting. I glance at the timestamp
again and find that it’s almost a half hour past the three hour
mark. They’re late, whoever theyare. Behind me I hear the
soft hiss of the door as it irises open and I see Vallery’s
reflection in the window above me when she enters the deck. I
told you so,I think—didn’t I say this signal was nothing more