Suspension isn't like sleep, Doctor Jackson. You won't be subjectively aware that any time has passed. It will be like you blinked and someone changed the channel.”

But it wasn't.

She became aware of herself slowly, clawing her way to the surface of a dark ocean that didn't want to let her go. It pulled at her with tidal force, lulling her with the music of the surf. As she listened to the breakers crash, it dawned on her little by little that what she hear. . .

Suspension isn't like sleep, Doctor Jackson. You won't be subjectively aware that any time has passed. It will be like you blinked and someone changed the channel.”

But it wasn't.

She became aware of herself slowly, clawing her way to the surface of a dark ocean that didn't want to let her go. It pulled at her with tidal force, lulling her with the music of the surf. As she listened to the breakers crash, it dawned on her little by little that what she hear. . .

“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”

Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.

The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .

“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”

Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.

The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .