Elizabeth was still asleep, but sometime in the night, she had shifted to her left and lay across two chairs, resting her head against her arm. Steve tried to sit up straight, but his spine advised him that it would punish such a reckless act. He was going to have to sit up in stages. Every other chair was filled in the rows facing them, with everyone staring at them or talking in hushed voices. Are they really doing that just so as not to wake us up? Steve reached out blindly and patted Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Honey, I think it’s time to wake up.” “What? Why?” She opened one eye, saw all the people, and sat straight up. Elizabeth smiled at the elderly woman directly in front of her and said, “Hello.” The woman smiled broadly and nodded, but did not reply. Steve stood up and shook his right foot gingerly, attempting to ease some blood flow back into it. “Are you going to be okay here? I’m going to go see what time the rental place opens, so I can get that straightened out.”
