Cade woke to the sounds of a phone ringing and pounding on a door, groggy as hell and thoroughly disoriented. His watch read almost six o'clock. When he tried to stand to go to the door, he staggered and fell back on the bed. Dizzy as hell, too, and weak as a kitten. He made another effort to stand up and headed for the door again. When he turned the handle, John and a guy from Phil's team seemed startled to see him, then John rushed forward and steered Cade back into the room. The other guy closed the door and followed. John sat Cade down in the chair by the desk as the other guy answered the phone and said, "Yeah. He's here. I think he might be sick, though. Yeah. Okay." Turning to John, the guy said, "Doc Crandall's got the duty today. Do we need him?" Glancing up, John said, "Don't know yet. Stand by." Facing Cade, he asked, "Cade, what's wrong with you?" With a terse shake of his head, Cade said, "Just woke up, that's all." "You look as if you've just climbed out of your grave." Looking up, Cade said, "Well, gee, thanks." The guy on the phone snorted a laugh as John studied Cade's face rather critically. "I'm okay, John," insisted Cade, "Just tired, I guess." "Just like that, you got tired?" Shrugging, Cade said, "Guess so. You know I was up late." Checking his watch, John said, "Well, then, you've got most of an hour to get to the ops room. Tonight's Mandi show starts at eight and we want everybody in place ahead of time." "She's back?" "Yeah. She's going over a few things with Phyllis." Nodding, Cade said, "Okay. Half an hour. Got it." "You sure you're okay?" Sighing, Cade stood up, spread his arms, and said, "Hey, I'm up and I'm dressed. I'll be there." Once he was alone, Cade made himself a wakeup coffee and downed most of it on the spot. A look in the mirror confirmed John's appraisal; Cade looked as if he'd risen from a sickbed. He felt that way, too; dog-tired and faintly trembling, he turned on the shower and shed his clothes. The shower seemed to help a bit. Cade leaned against the wall and did several fast pushups under the spray to get his blood moving a bit faster. As he turned to face the spray he used some of it to rinse the staleness out of his mouth and discovered an intense thirst. After drinking what seemed like a gallon of water, the thirst eased somewhat and Cade finished washing up. His coffee seemed to beckon to him as he dried himself. Cade slugged down what was left of the stuff and made a fresh cup, then went to get dressed. Before he had his shirt buttoned, the new cup of coffee was gone and he craved more. "What the hell..?" he muttered, realizing that he'd felt the same way about the water in the shower. Glancing at his watch, he realized he might not have time for any sort of dinner, which was all it took to make him feel ravenously hungry. He went to his