The lumps on his head throbbed。 His chest was scraped raw in a great swath down to his abdomen。 His left thigh was purple…red； his right hand was swollen and painful。
But； then； everything was painful。 He groaned； turning his face up to the water。
〃Hey；〃 Harry called。 〃How about it in there？〃
〃Okay。〃
Norman stepped out； and Harry climbed in。 Scrapes and bruises covered his thin body。 Norman looked over at Ted； who lay on his back in one of the bunks。 Ted had dislocated both shoulders； and it had taken Beth half an hour to get them back in； even after she'd shot him up with morphine。
〃How is it now？〃 Norman said to him。
＇＇214＇＇ 〃Okay。〃
Ted had a numb； dull expression。 His ebullience was gone。 He had sustained a greater injury than the dislocated shoulders； Norman thought。 In many ways a na？ve child； Ted must have been profoundly shocked to discover that this alien intelligence was hostile。
〃Hurt much？〃 Norman said。
〃It's okay。〃
Norman sat slowly on his bunk； feeling pain streak up his spine。 Fifty…three years old； he thought。 I should be playing golf。 Then he thought； I should be just about anywhere in the world； except here。 He winced； and gingerly slipped a shoe over his injured right foot。 For some reason； he remembered Levy's bare toes； the skin color dead； the foot striking his faceplate。
〃Did they find Barnes？〃 Ted asked。
〃I haven't heard；〃 Norman said。 〃I don't think so。〃
He finished dressing； and went down to D Cyl； stepping over the puddles of water in the corridor。 Inside D itself； the furniture was soaked； the consoles were wet； and the walls were covered with irregular blobs of white urethane foam where Fletcher had spray…sealed the cracks。
Fletcher stood in