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’
What
’
s
the
last
thing
you
remember
?
’
Ripley
asked
him
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
’
You
were
with
Dallas
and
me
on
a
strange
planet
,
exploring
Do
you
remember
what
happened
there
’
Kane
’
s
forehead
wrinkled
as
he
tried
to
battle
through
the
mists
obscuring
his
memories
.
Real
remembrances
remained
tantalizingly
out
of
reach
,
realisation
a
painful
,
incomplete
process
.
’
Just
some
horrible
dream
about
smothering
.
Where
are
we
now
?
Still
on
the
planet
?
’
Ripley
shook
her
head
.
’
No
,
I
’
m
delighted
to
say
.
We
’
re
in
hyperspace
,
on
our
way
home
.
’
’
Getting
ready
to
go
back
in
the
freezers
,
’
Brett
added
feelingly
.
He
was
as
anxious
as
the
others
to
retire
to
the
mindless
protection
of
hypersleep
.
Anxious
for
the
nightmare
that
had
forced
itself
on
them
to
be
put
in
suspension
along
with
their
bodies
.
Though
looking
at
the
revitalized
Kane
made
it
hard
to
reconcile
their
memories
with
the
image
of
the
alien
horror
he
’
d
brought
aboard
,
the
petrified
creature
was
there
for
anyone
to
inspect
,
motionless
in
its
stasis
tube
.
’
I
’
m
all
for
that
,
’
Kane
said
readily
.
’
Feel
dizzy
and
tired
enough
to
go
into
deep
sleep
without
the
freezers
.
’
He
looked
around
the
infirmary
wildly
.
’
Right
now
,
though
,
I
’
m
starving
.
I
want
some
food
before
we
go
under
.
’
