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’
Christ
.
’
Ripley
stared
at
the
bottom
of
her
cup
.
Clouds
and
grass
and
beach
receded
farther
in
her
mind
,
blended
into
a
pale
blue
-
green
haze
well
out
of
reach
.
True
,
ten
months
in
hypersleep
was
little
different
from
a
month
.
But
their
minds
worked
with
real
time
.
Ripley
would
rather
have
heard
six
months
instead
of
the
projected
ten
.
The
intercom
beeped
for
attention
and
Dallas
acknowledged
.
’
What
’
s
up
,
Ash
?
’
’
Come
see
Kane
right
away
.
’
The
request
was
urgently
phrased
,
yet
with
a
curious
hesitancy
to
it
.
Dallas
sat
up
straight
,
as
did
the
others
at
the
table
.
’
Some
change
in
his
condition
?
Serious
?
’
’
It
’
s
simpler
if
you
just
come
see
him
.
’
There
was
a
concerted
rush
for
the
corridor
.
Coffee
remained
steaming
on
the
deserted
table
.
Horrible
visions
clouded
Dallas
’
s
thoughts
as
he
made
his
way
down
to
the
infirmary
with
the
others
trailing
behind
.
What
gruesome
aftereffects
had
the
alien
disease
produced
in
the
exec
?
Dallas
imagined
a
swarm
of
tiny
grey
hands
,
their
single
eyes
shining
wetly
,
crawling
possessively
over
the
infirmary
walls
,
or
some
leprous
fungus
enveloping
the
rotting
corpse
of
the
luckless
Kane
.
They
reached
the
infirmary
,
panting
from
the
effort
of
running
down
corridor
and
companionways
.
There
was
no
cluster
of
replicated
alien
hands
crawling
on
the
walls
.
No
alien
growth
,
fungoid
or
otherwise
,
decorated
the
body
of
the
executive
officer
.
Ash
had
greatly
understated
the
matter
when
he
’
d
reported
a
change
in
Kane
’
s
condition
.
The
exec
was
sitting
up
on
the
medical
platform
.
His
eyes
were
open
and
clear
,
functioning
in
proper
concert
with
his
brain
.
Those
eyes
turned
to
take
in
the
knot
of
gaping
arrivals
.
