Sister told him twenty-two thousand years. "Hardly a catnap," said Ross sourly. He felt cheated. His mood of depression, the horrible, aching loneliness, and the awful boredom were with him as strongly as ever. Like his body, they had been preserved intact across the millennia. Perhaps something had happened to make him feel better. "Make your report," he said tiredly. "Or, better yet, let me have a look. And don't tell me that I'm unfit to receive reports or that I should take a trip. My last vacation, by subjective time, was ten days ago, so just take me to the surf ace…" The grass had grown taller and become less flexible — it would no longer be pleasant to lie down in it, Ross thought. His heart was pounding and he felt lightheaded, clear indications that the oxygen content of the air had increased. The breakers still crashed in a satisfying manner onto the beach, but the beach was green! There was no sand at all, just a wet tangle of grass which ran unbroken along the shore and straight into the sea.
