He awoke to see the visage of the Detective glaring down at him. “Idiot,” she intoned.
“Good to see you toof, detectif. Fleebus Marley, waffs wrong wiff me.”
“That’s something I’d like to know, truth be told. You’re on assignment, Paul. I should have you retired for obstruction of justice.”
The skylight was blue. A few errant clouds streamed by the perimeter horizon far, far away. Business suites towered behind him. He bent forward, hands on knees and breathed deeply, in and out. The perfectly humid regular air of the Expanse filled his lungs. This was Safe. This was Normal. This was Good.