He opened his eyes and groaned. He tried to move and found that he could not. He might as well be covered up to the eyebrows in concrete.
He looked around and saw a crowd of people watching him.
"Welcome home."
"But—?"
"I owe you an apology." Dave looked and saw President Morgan.
"Apology?"
"I got too tough with them. They flashed you back while you were flying the helicopter. You're banged up a little."
"Nothing that can't be repaired," said Doctor Meteridge cheerfully. "A beautiful case. Fractures of the tibia, fibula, radius and ulna on one side, humerus and clavicle on the other. Bruises and a couple of abrasions. Nothing serious."
"David," said President Morgan, "a grateful people is waiting for your convalescence so that we can show you our appreciation."
"Yes," said Jane. "Get well. We all have plans for you!"