There was a man leaning on the trolley at the foot of the bed.
'I'm Michael Naylor. Detective Inspector Naylor. You were having a bad dream.'
'I was coming to see you.'
'Got sidetracked, eh?'
She found she could laugh. He looked as though he approved.
'We were very surprised when you turned up alive.'
'So was I. They didn't intend it that way.'