And the woman who hadn't known her name, her breathtaking beauty only enhanced by her mysterious manner. Randall wondered how she'd even found her way into the research station. Saving his life in that blue bulbous…plant, the triangular blue tube from his dream. What was going on down here? Who was she, and why did she seem so at home in such a forbidding place? And those tubes with all those ill people in them. What sort of being would keep them in perpetual suspension like that, their minds active but their bodies imprisoned?
Randall hunched over the quadcart controls, Brian slumped drowsily toward him, his eyes barely open. Worried that the old man might be failing ill again, he stopped the cart.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you're all right.” He inspected the man's color.
Ski
