Silence from her again. Her eyes lingered on the photographs on the table. Briefly they drifted from his hands up to his arm. To his face . . . and away again, staring at the documents resting between them.

"Suspended animation isn't supposed to exist . . . Cryogenics . . . it's an experimental field at best."

But then again, the things that had happened on the other side of the country recently weren't supposed to happen either. People with more power than anyone should have, technology that was only just beginning to be discussed . . .

"James . . ."

But she didn't know what she was trying to say, or what she meant to in the first place. Maybe it was a last chance to take it back, to say all of this didn't exist.