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’
Kane
?
’
Lambert
couldn
’
t
believe
it
.
’
Are
you
all
right
?
’
He
looks
fine
,
she
thought
dazedly
.
As
though
nothing
had
ever
happened
.
’
You
want
anything
?
’
asked
Ripley
,
when
he
did
not
respond
to
Lambert
’
s
query
.
’
Mouth
’
s
dry
.
’
Dallas
abruptly
remembered
what
Kane
,
in
his
present
state
,
reminded
him
of
:
a
man
just
coming
out
of
amnesia
.
The
exec
looked
alert
and
fit
,
but
puzzled
for
no
particular
reason
,
as
though
he
were
still
trying
to
organize
his
thoughts
.
’
Can
I
have
some
water
?
’
Ash
moved
quickly
to
a
dispenser
,
drew
a
plastic
cupful
,
and
handed
it
to
Kane
.
The
exec
downed
it
in
a
single
long
swallow
.
Dallas
noted
absently
that
muscular
co
-
ordination
seemed
normal
.
The
hand
-
to
-
mouth
drinking
movements
had
been
performed
instinctively
,
without
forethought
.
While
enormously
gratifying
,
the
situation
was
ridiculous
.
There
had
to
be
something
wrong
with
him
.
’
More
,
’
was
all
Kane
said
,
continuing
to
act
like
,
a
man
in
complete
control
of
himself
.
Ripley
found
a
large
container
,
filled
it
brim
full
,
and
handed
it
to
him
.
He
downed
the
contents
like
a
man
who
’
d
just
spent
ten
years
wandering
the
deserts
of
Piolin
,
then
sagged
back
on
the
padded
platform
,
panting
.
’
How
do
you
feel
?
’
asked
Dallas
.
’
Terrible
.
What
happened
to
me
?
’
’
You
don
’
t
remember
?
’
Ash
said
.
So
,
Dallas
told
himself
with
satisfaction
,
the
amnesia
analogy
was
nearer
the
mark
than
he
’
d
suspected
.
