One of the nurses didn't miss a beat, "and the day after that, and the day after that," she said dryly. Another poked him in the neck with something and knocked him out cold.<br/><br/>He regained consciousness some time later (the calendar and clock on the wall opposite his new bed said three days had passed since his meeting in the restaurant) and was in a new room. While it was still a sterile, white-clad hospital room, hid bed was larger and more comforatble, and now had his torso and head in a partial 'sitting up' position with a window looking out on a glass-walled canyon.<br/><br/>Carin was there, her hair in a more severe bun, dressed in a short-skirted business suit, a tablet resting on crossed legs. "You've been quite the busy man," she said, "Mr. Tsukino, and quite an interesting lineage."<br/>Another woman was with her, a slender woman of olive skin, green eyes, dark hair and a decidedly Mediterranean set of features.  She was dressed in a similar outfit to Carin. She studied him as if loooking for something familiar in his face. "This is Hera," Carin said, "from our enclave in Olympia. She has a few questions for you."