The next morning, Rover opened his eyes in a quiet room.
Soft light from the dome outside filtered through the window frame, falling onto the clean wooden floor and stretching into a faint bright strip beside the bed. The air in the room carried the scent of wood, a very faint lingering trace of lake water, and a blended fragrance from the women sleeping around him.
Rover lay still for a few seconds.
Then he looked to the side.
