Dale screamed at them then.  He was beginning to wonder if he’d been led into a false sense of security by Lyra.  Maybe they were really monsters.  Maybe they didn’t give a damn if she lived or died.  Lyra’s emotion had felt genuine, but he might have been ascribing too much to the hug and the tears.  They were aliens, after all.  In hospital dramas, there was always the crash cart . . . here there was nothing.  Still . . . the nurse hadn’t used any instruments on him—none that he’d seen anyway.