"Oh, I know what's in the medical articles," Howard growled. "Remember, I've been through here twice before. But the Sun was so warm this morning. It was like seeing everything for the last time. I felt like sitting down and letting everything drift."
"That's a sure sign that you really need rejuvenating," said Leah. "After it's over you'll be making me a golf widow again. Won't he, Mike?"
"Of course. He'll come out raring to go."
Howard looked from Mike to Leah and back at Mike. Age was no match for youth. If love hadn't started between them already, it would soon.
At the end of the long room, a door opened and two nurses entered, starched and antiseptic.
"Your room is ready, Mr. Kent," one nurse said.
Howard shuddered. "Everything is so horribly familiar. The pill to erase the worry, which doesn't work. The cart you ride on which makes you feel like a carcass. The little bump as you enter the regeneration room. Then you get a hypodermic and crawl into a long boiler tank."
"You're just nervous, dear," said Leah.
"A dismal, miasmic cloud settles on your mind and you decide you wouldn't go through it again for anything in the world."