Or maybe it was just the memory of that other day that sickened me, the day I'd caught him with blood on his hands.
"You're back," he said with relief. I realized that he'd been worried about us, just as everyone worried when someone left the safety of the caves.
"We brought you a gift," Jared said as he pushed himself free behind me. He straightened up and reached back for a box. With a flourish, he held it up, displaying the label on the side.
"Heal!" Doc crowed. "How much did you get?"
"Two cases. And we've found a much better way to renew our stores than to have Wanda stabbing herself."
Doc did not laugh at Jared's joke. Instead he turned to stare at me piercingly. We both must have been thinking the same thing: Convenient, since Wanda won't be around.
"Did you get the cryotanks?" he asked, more subdued.
Jared noticed the look and the tension. He glanced at me, his expression impossible to read.
"Yes," I answered. "Ten of them. It was all the car could hold."
While I spoke, Jared yanked on the rope behind him. With a clatter of loose rock, the second box of Heal, followed by the tanks, tumbled onto the floor behind him. The tanks clanked like metal, though they were built of no element that existed on this planet. I'd told him it was fine to treat the empty cryotanks roughly; they were built to withstand much worse abuse than being tugged through a stone channel. They glinted on the floor now, looking shiny and pristine.
Doc picked one up, freeing it from the rope, and turned it around in his hands.
"Ten?" The number seemed to surprise him. Did he think it too many? Or not enough? "Are they difficult to use?"
"No. Extremely easy. I'll show you how."
Doc nodded, his eyes examining the alien construction. I could feel Jared watching me, but I kept my eyes on Doc.
"What did Jeb, Brandt, and Aaron say?" I asked.
Doc looked up, locked his eyes on mine. "They're... in agreement with your terms."
I nodded, not convinced. "I won't show you unless I believe that."
"That's fair."
Jared glared at us, confused and frustrated.
"What did you tell him?" Doc asked me, being cautious.
"Just that I was going to save the Seeker." I turned to look in Jared's general direction without meeting his gaze. "Doc has promised me that if I show him how to perform the separation, you will give the released souls safe conduct to another life on another planet. No killing."
Jared nodded thoughtfully, his eyes flickering back to Doc. "I can agree to those terms. And I can make sure the others follow through. I assume you have a plan to get them off-planet?"
"It will be no more dangerous than what we did tonight. Just the opposite-adding to the stack rather than taking from it."
"Okay."
"Did you... have a time schedule in mind?" Doc asked. He tried to sound nonchalant, but I could hear the eagerness behind his voice.
He just wanted the answer that had eluded him for so long, I tried to tell myself. It wasn't that he was in a hurry to kill me.
"I have to take the jeep back-can you wait? I'd like to watch this."
"Sure, Jared," Doc agreed.
"Won't take me long," Jared promised as he shoved himself back into the vent.
That I was sure of. It wouldn't take enough time at all.
Doc and I did not speak until the sound of Jared's scrambling exit had faded.
"You didn't talk about... Melanie?" he asked softly.
I shook my head. "I think he sees where this is going. He must guess my plan."
"But not all of it. He won't allow -"
"He won't get a say," I interrupted severely. "All or nothing, Doc."
Doc sighed. After a moment of silence, he stretched and glanced toward the main exit. "I'm going to go talk to Jeb, get things ready."
He reached for a bottle on the table. The chloroform. I was sure the souls had something better to use. I would have to try to find it for Doc, before I was gone.
"Who knows about this?"
"Still just Jeb, Aaron, and Brandt. They all want to watch."
This didn't surprise me; Aaron and Brandt would be suspicious. "Don't tell anyone else. Not tonight."
Doc nodded, then he disappeared into the black corridor.
I went to sit against the wall, as far from the prepared cot as I could get. I'd have my turn on top of it all too soon.
Trying to think of something besides that grim fact, I realized that I hadn't heard