"Five days are up," Hartley explained. "You've been doing a lot of sleeping, even were sleepy when you got up to eat."
"Don't understand."
"I'll tell you after you get our sniff."
"Yes, that's what I want now."
One tiny fleck came out on a holder the size of a fingernail paring. It was frightening how quickly they had developed techniques for handling the stuff.
"Take it fast!" Neilson shouted. "That germ colony's worth eighty dollars and it's breaking down fast. You won't get another."
Cramer leaned forward to quickly breath it in. By the time he exhaled it was already working its magic. He straightened up and smiled with hangdog gratitude. "Oh, that's good!"
"Had to get you used to it," Hartley said. "Only reason why we kept you sleepy—you'll thank us some day."
"Some day? I thank you now!"