Now, much later, he was fully awake and the nightmare was over. He found himself on his cot, fully dressed. Jim Hawley was looking down on him. Rob was aware that the ship was moving. He knew the Centaurus had already blasted off for home.
“Did you find—!” he exclaimed.
Jim soothed him with a smile. “Yeah, we dug out your monster and we’ve got him aboard. If you’re through being a sleepyhead, I’ll take you to see him.”
Cold, bulging eyes peered into his own.
“How long have I been under?”
“Twelve hours.”
“Wow!”
“Feel rested?”
“Good as new,” Rob answered.