Much, much later, Dori felt the pain. It was universal and she tried to focus on exactly where it came from but the slightest movement caused it to increase, so she lay still, opening her eyes to a gray fog with a few small pinpoints of light in it. She realized that she was not able to move her limbs at all and that the pain she felt seemed more like a blanket than a series of individual sources. She felt as if she were floating in space. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Down the hallway from the room where Dori slept, Doctor Graham conferred with Boswick. They sat in office armchairs in Graham’s plush office and nursed cups of hot coffee while Graham browsed an open file on his desk.
“Everything went perfectly,” the doctor said, not looking up at Boswick, but instead turning
