"Nope," I said, stifling a yawn.
"Something's wrong," he said. I turned to look down at him. His
straining expression was now from thought. I turned back to the layout
pad, and jumped.
"What's taking him so long?" Red demanded, sitting up.
"He can't transfer," I said.
She gave me the schoolmarm expression, hands on hips. "Haven't you
killed him yet?"
"Mmm?" I asked.
"You've got to _kill_ him, silly!"