"Yeah, but this next month's the time when we make our killing. Hey, I think he's starting to wake up."
"No, prob—"
Neilson's answer mumbled itself away and he found himself floating across the flat face of the asteroid, waiting for the next huge flake to descend.
... And then he was really awake. He discovered that he was leaning against the back of a heavily-padded chair, alone in a guest bedroom. Approaching footsteps told him the pair was returning and he hastily shut his eyes. This had to be carefully managed.
"Ought to be waking up about now," said Neilson.
Cramer started stretching, then rubbed his lids and blinked at the light. "Give me a fleck," he pleaded. "Just a little bit."
The two of them nodded to one another and Hartley leaned forward. "Takes a little while to get it out of the freezer, Will."
"I want it now," he said petulantly.
Hartley gave his shoulder a comradely squeeze. "One of the gang now, eh? Come along and you'll get it. You have to report to HQ."
"I have five days Probationary." He got up and followed them a little unsteadily to the cryogenic freezer in another room.