“You can tell me about it later. Right now Mr. Alexander’s over at Old—your house. Probably he’s looking for you.”
“Where’s Jordan?”
“He went up to Station Fourteen. We’ll see him tomorrow.”
“I’ll say good night then,” Kennon said.
“I’m glad you’re here. It’s a load off my shoulders. See you tomorrow.” Blalok waved a friendly good night and left the lights on long enough for Kennon to make his way to his quarters.
Alexander was seated in a heavily upholstered chair listening to a taped symphony in the stereo, his eyes half closed, an expression of peace on his face. An elderly Lani stood beside him. It was a comfortable picture.
The humanoid saw Kennon and gasped, a tiny indrawn sound of surprise. Alexander’s eyes snapped open. “Oh—it’s you,” he said. “Don’t worry, Kara—it’s your new doctor.”
Kara smiled. “You startled me,” she said. “I was dreaming.”
“On your feet?” Alexander interjected idly.
“I should have known you at once, Doctor. There’s talk about you all over the yards, ever since you arrived.”