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The injector lay forgotten on a tray. Raoul took it, studied it, sniffed at it, made his analysis, and hid the injector beneath the pillow of the bed. He walked over to the computer, scrolled back through the doctor's entries, read them with interest.
What is the name of the ship?
The voice was much clearer now and Raoul recognized it. Hopeful, exhilarated, he searched the lab room, found nothing. He hastened back to the computer files. Nothing there, either.
Frustrated, Raoul glared at the computer, began folding and unfolding the hem of the detested hospital gown.
It was then he noticed the markings stenciled on the bottom. Laundry markings.
Raoul smiled blissfully. Returning to the bed, he lay down, rested his head on the pillow.
"The name of the ship is Canis Major Research I," he reported to the Little One, then settled back to enjoy being heavily sedated.
CHAPTER 20
ъ . . And thereby hangs a tale
William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7
Xris woke with a start and the panicked feeling that always hit him when his systems shut down. The sound of a snore was highly comforting. He glanced over to see the Doc, sitting upright, his head lolling backward, asleep in one of the metal frame chairs.
Tycho, who didn't handle jumps well, was stretched out on a cot, feebly twitching and groaning. The Little One was a bundle of blankets
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