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"Would you care to see anything else, Agent?" she asked.
"Yeah." Rowan yawned. "The insides of my eyelids."
The captain laughed. "Strap yourself in your bed so that we don't have to wake you for the jump."
"Sure thing. Thanks, Captain. See you, Armstrong."
The controller didn't even look up. Rowan returned to his room, fell onto the bed, strapped himself in, then remembered he hadn't taken off his shoes.
"The hell with it," he started to say, but before he had finished the sentence, he was asleep.
"Agent Rowan, report to the bridge."
Rowan struggled to wake out of a deep slumben He had the impression the voice had been calling for him repeatedly; it had managed to work itself into his dreams. He tried to get out of bed, wondered for a frantic instant why he couldn't move, remembered that he was strapped in. He fumbled at the belts and webbing, stood up groggily, and lurched over to the comm. "Rowan here."
"Message from the captain, sir. We will be entering the TISor System in approximately one hour." "Thanks."
He'd been asleep for over twenty-four hours. No time now to work on those Hung codes. He'd do it on the trip back.
Rowan dug out clean clothes, went to shower, eat breakfast, and drink about six cups of coffee. Following this, he felt sufficiently restored to qualify as a member of the human race. He returned to the room, collected his equipment, checked it over and, finding everything as it should be, headed for the bridge
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