““Except that here he was, alive and well. “There will be time to talk about that,” he said. “Later.” “Say it.” Instead of saying anything, he closed the remaining distance. Heather slid to the side, into the room, practically falling over a low table in her rush to shamble away. Meyer calmly entered and closed the door behind him. “Get away from me.” “They got there in time, Heather.” “There was no time. You were gone. Meyer was gone.” “People can be revived. You know they can.” “Not you.” He spread his arms slightly, giving her an almost humorous expression. And yet here I am. “A shuttle picked me up. They’re aliens, Heather. When we were in Vail, they picked me up in a beam of light. They read the population’s minds. They crossed time and space. Why is it so hard to believe they can fix a bullet wound?” “Show me.” She nodded at his chest. “There’s no scar, if that’s what you’re asking.” He gave a tight-lipped, shrugging sort of smile. “Alien technology.” “I don’t believe it.” “I don’t know why. Come on, Heather.” His voice had slightly changed. Now he wasn’t quite””
