Todd remained asleep for a long while until he was jerked awake by his pillow falling out from under his head against the wall.

A mumbled grunt of annoyance and he decided it was time to get up, picking up and tossing the rebel pillow onto the bed.

Why was he so tired these days? Was it a side-effect of the therapy? He'd been the first to be inoculated and it was nearly a year before the go-ahead was given to start distribution, so he'd see any problems long before his crew did.

No, it wasn't the gene therapy. It was Rogue. She'd brushed against him several times already. His body had healed by now, but his energy had yet to catch up.