Chapter 3
Doc made a shooing motion with his hands. “Out, Rowan. Let me finish my examination. Then, if I feel our captive is okay, you can have at him.”
Captive? The ominous word rattled in Tom’s head. It smacked of a prisoner, an enemy, some sort of miscreant. He had done nothing to these men, had he? And where was his sky-ship? Had he crashed, only somehow to fall into their hands? Although neither had threatened him so far, his gut lurched with uncertainty. The first chance he had, he would try to escape. Of course bound onto this table or couch, there wasn’t much he could do for now. Nausea roiled in his insides as his heartbeat skittered and sweat broke out on his body.
These men must be lying to him about it being the twenty fourth century and someplace far from home. What was a
