Walt planted his feet. "I'm not—"
"Go on in, Walt," Julia said.
Walt hesitated.
"Go on."
Reluctantly, Walt entered the room. The guard pulled the door closed.
"You're to come here," the colonel said. He led the way.
Once in her room, he said, "I know you're tired...."
Julia realized that she was tired. Even her mutant powers could not keep fatigue out of her body forever. Her muscles ached. The strain and excitement had sapped her energy to a greater extent than she had realized.
"I am, a little. A few hours rest—"
"Would you sign this first?" the colonel asked. "It's a transcript of your conversation with the F.B.I. man. To make it official. It's all we need for the moment."