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Try sitting up."

He sat up on the couch and looked around him. He had been lying in some kind of
capsule in a pink-walled room. There were five other capsules in the room, each
of them sealed with a clear plastic lid. He glanced down into the nearest one.
It was filled with a white mist. Through the mist he could glimpse a tattooed
face.

"What is this place?" he asked. "Some kind of hospital ?" Although even as he
spoke, he knew that it was not a hospital.

The woman shook her head slightly. "Real deep," she said, again. "Happened to me
once. I was a foot soldier in the siege of Troy. Inside the horse and
everything. Got so into it, I didn't know where I was when I woke up. But it
comes back, real quick."

She reached out a hand to help him from the capsule. He climbed out and rocked
unsteadily on his feet.

"Who are you?" he asked. "What am I doing here?"

"Harper," she said. "Harper Jennings. Your watch-partner. You really don't
remember?"

"Watch-partner? I don't even know what that means. I don't know where I am, or
how I got here. I don't understand anything."

"You were here all along, Cogan. In a moment, you'll remember."

"My name isn't Cogan," he said. "It's Conway. Barry Conway."

"Where were you, anyway?" she asked. She walked around the capsule and touched a
control. A screen lit up. "Late Twentieth Century Earth. I've never been there.
Didn't appeal."

"Been there?"

"In the dream."

"What dream? What are you talking about?"

"You've been asleep, Cogan. For two years, or two hundred years, depending on
how you want to look at it. And while you were asleep, you dreamed you were
someone called Barry Conway. But now it's time to wake up."

"That's crazy," he said. "I didn't dream that I was Barry Conway. I am Barry
Conway."

"Your name is Cogan Phillips," she said. "You're a life-support tech on the
starship Cool Canary, carrying a load of colonists to Barnard's World. You've