The machine operator was good at his job. Every change seemed to bring more life to the image. After dinner we split up, going to our rooms. “Cory,” I asked, “when we did your scan yesterday, there was an odd area that seemed to grab your attention, what was that?”
“Oh, I should have told you,” he said, “I got clobbered, accidentally, by a cricket bat when I was six or so. Also write up notes and such on where you are on whatever you’re working on and on the projects that have been set aside. We need better ventilation. I’d asked Lisa about getting the software to run on a single computer, she said she’d think about it. Cory wondered aloud how the scan might work on other parts of the body. Jennifer and I dressed for it together. Sandwiches and drinks appeared and disappeared.
