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Harry didn’t sleep a wink all night. He spent every agonizing second in a chair next to Claire's hospital bed. Convincing the staff at the Diplomatic Complex to let him leave had taken some doing. In the end, he had to call Anna's father and have him call the Antauran diplomats and have them pull some strings. And he had no idea what to tell any of them. “I experimented on my daughter with an Overseer device” was perhaps the most shameful thing a parent could say.
Harry would have endured that shame to get his daughter medical attention, but he feared the consequences of confessing the N'Jal's existence to his Antauran hosts. He had let some of the soldiers see him casting force-fields yesterday, but for all they knew, he had a tiny generator on his person, a piece of new Leyrian tech
