Although lacking feeling he got the impression that the goo wasdoing its job; making the efforts easy and without protest. Then therewas nothing. No...pressure, no pulling or tugging. Alarmed he raised hishead and managed to squeak out, "What's going on down there?"Debra answered, "It's OK David, we're just fitting your toes. We'll bedone in a second here, and we'll move up to more important areas," andshe laughed. Even old straight faced Patterson gave a chuckle. He layback down. But. The doc checked him out, and then the nurse got Mark some broth for lunch. Since Mark ate that so easily, she hunted up some chicken salad that Mark ate with crackers.It was just about three, when Mark's son, Gene, walked into the room. He was a taller, bigger version of Mark, with the same grin on his face. You could see the love he had for his dad and started making a case to take him home with him to Cheyenne.The doc came back in to re-examine Mark and advised him that if he could get out of. "There must be a mistake," Roman said but stopped at hearing his voice.It was higher than he was used to and so effortlessly melodic."You were part of the 'long sleep program' by a company called 'CenturialSleep'? One designed to combat overpopulation by placing large chunks ofthe population into suspended animation. Or stasis if you so will." shecalmly asked him. Hesitant he nodded."In that case, everything is in order. The company and its stock werebought off by this colony and..." I am not. “Bloody has to be to survive in Gateshead,” I agreed, “Anyroad round, Why are you here?”“We thought the gardens,” she repeated lamely.“Bugger the gardens,” I surmised, “Thee was looking to marry the wench off to me lad wasn’t thee?”The older woman looked shocked, the younger one simply blushed.“No secret we got brass,” I agreed, “And from what I hear you lot’s on your uppers, hardly a pair of Gold Chandeliers between the the lot of you.” I were guessing, I didn’t know em from Adam.Lady.