Waking
Part 3 of the Jack Cycle
By Gumnut
5 Nov 2003

The eyelids fluttered.

A pair of dark eyes darted about in panic, an emotion denied voice by the soft click of the respirator.

Daniel touched a shoulder to reassure. You are well. Safe.

And we are here.

The eyes focused, catching sight of the archaeologist’s face, tracing its contours, affirming its familiarity quickly before flicking onto the next face in his field of vision.

They tracked all those in the room, counting each for their existence, examining all for their state of health.

Ever aware of his responsibility.

If his was team was safe.

He could rest.

The eyelids fluttered.

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FIN.