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button at the side of her sleeping case, and the edges folded down like the petals of a drooping flower.
He held out his hand and helped her to a sitting position. She tried to stand, but the room started to spin,
and she fell back onto the bed.

"Whoa!" laughed the boy. "Give yourself a little time. Your body's lost the habit of being vertical. Here,
put your head between your knees for a minute."

Clea did as she was told, not caring how undignified she looked in front of this strange, handsome
stranger.

Suddenly her stomach rolled over. No! she thought desperately. Don't let me be sick. Not now. Not
here.

With relief she realized that as queasy as she felt, there was nothing for her to throw up. Her stomach
was totally empty.

A voice nearby distracted her from her troubles. "Good morning, Mrs. Tourni," said a pleasant-sounding
young woman.

Good. Her mother was awake. Clea lifted her head, thought better of it, and put it back between her
knees.

"Don't rush yourself," said the boy beside her. "Take a few slow, deep breaths. Then I'll give you some
medicine to counter some of the side effects of your long sleep."

Clea nodded and did as the boy said.

"My name is Sean," he continued, as she practiced the deep breathing. "Sean Matthews. I'm part of the
welcoming teamтАФmostly because my father is a local big-wig."

She glanced up. He flashed her a dazzling smile.

"Anyway," he continued, "I'm glad you're here. We've spent a lot of time getting ready for new settlers
over the last two years. Once the construction program was going full tilt, we had lots of buildings but no
one to live in them. Very depressing. It will be good to have them filled with real human beings. Especially
pretty ones like you."

The unexpected compliment disrupted Clea's breath pattern. "You're taking advantage of me," she
murmured, lifting her head again. GoodтАФthe room held still this time, and her stomach didn't do more
than flutter a bit.

She examined her "prince" more closely. He was tall and slender, with deep green eyes and hair as black
as space.

A familiar rumbling noise to their right informed Clea that her father was awake. He had

been making that sound when he woke for as long as she could remember. "Hullo, Daddy!" she called.
"Sleep well?"

"Mmmprhh grzznichh," muttered a gravelly voice.