I didn’t wake gradually from the transport as I had the first time. I woke up with a start as if I had a bad dream, jolting upright with a gasp.
“Good, she’s awake,” someone said. It wasn’t Tark.
I blinked my eyes and looked around.
I was in a small room with a wooden desk and chairs. Two men sat across from me, studying me closely.
“Robert,” I said, perhaps more to myself because I recognized him than because I was glad to see him. The district attorney wore his usual crisp suit and was eyeing me carefully, perhaps wondering if the transport would have returned me misshapen or missing a limb or perhaps even n***d.
I gasped and looked down at myself. I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped when I saw I wore a plain white blouse and skirt. I felt the usual heeled shoes on my feet, but co
