"_Who_ did?"
"I ... I ... someone in the hold. I said How's M'Clare? and they said
you were dead."
M'Clare frowns and says gently, "Come over here and sit down quietly
for a bit. You've been dreaming."
Have I? Maybe the whole thing was a dream--but if so how far does it
go? Going down in the heli? The missile? The boat? Crawling through
the black tunnel of a broken ship?
No, because he is sitting in a sort of improvised chaise longue and
his legs are evidently strapped in place under the blanket; he is
fumbling with the fastening or something.
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