The fog in his mind receded, and Jack realized that he was reclining in an easy chair in a room with brown carpets. A lamp on a small wooden table cast light upon the cream-coloured walls, and the windows to his right were covered by blinds. He could tell that night had fallen.
A blonde woman of average height suddenly leaned over him and stared into his face with her lips pursed. “He"s awake,” she said, straightening. “I still can"t believe it. You"re very lucky.”
Anna strode past the chair from behind him, pausing to stand in front of him with her back turned. “We heal fast,” she said absently. “Our symbionts can deal with pretty much anything that doesn"t kill us in the first hour or two.”
The blonde woman stepped back from his chair with her arms folded, shaking her head in dismay.
