The naked figure on the table did not move. His chest rose and fell steadily, lifting with it the tangle of catheters and electrodes that covered the rib .cage. "Still no change." The woman who crouched over the oscilloscope made a tiny adjustment to the controls with her left hand. She was nervous, her eyes flicking to the screen, to the table, and to the man who stood by her side. "He's still in a sleep rhythm. Heart and blood pressure stable." The man nodded. "Keep watching. Increase the level of stimulation. I think he's coming up, but it will take a while." He turned back to the recumbent figure. "Who are you? What is your name? Tell me, who are you?" As the questions went on, the only sound in the big room, the woman ran her tongue over her lips, seemingly ready to respond herself to the insistent queries. She was big-boned and tall, her nervous manner an odd contrast to her round and impassive-looking face. "Here he comes," she said abruptly. There was a stir of movement from the body's left arm.
