Chapter Four
BREATHING HARD, FABIO staggered around his room, forcing his galloping mind to slow down.
Calm down, calm down.
He took deep breaths, staring at himself in the mirror, a technique a nurse had taught him at the transport. He might not feel like himself, but he looked like himself, a normal person, a man, of slight build, with short black hair.
Maybe he should clean up and get changed. That’s what normal people did when they arrived in a place. He couldn’t remember the last time he washed. Probably on the interplanetary.
The room held a small cupboard that had a space for hanging uniforms and two shelves, one of which contained towels, a bottle of all-purpose washing gel which he recognised from the interplanetary, and dental hygiene paste, the other a spare blanket and set
