"Am I there yet?"
"Nope," I said, bringing my eyes to focus three inches from the sketch.
A few grunting moments passed. "Am I there yet?"
"Nope," I said, stifling a yawn.
"Something's wrong," he said. I turned to look down at him. His straining expression was now from thought. I turned back to the layout pad, and jumped.
"What's taking him so long?" Red demanded, sitting up.
"He can't transfer," I said.
She gave me the schoolmarm expression, hands on hips. "Haven't you killed him yet?"
"Mmm?" I asked.
"You've got to kill him, silly!"