Too much to remember

The room was too hot, and too cold at the same time. The temperature of a fever, the sweating shivers. He was a doctor - he knew these things. No, he knew them because he was a science officer.

Wasn't he?

This body, lanky and hairy, was familiar. But shouldn't it be taller, the fingers longer? He had grown up so quickly, so abruptly, in the dry heat of a desert... no, in the damp humidity of hot summers with a cold mint julep.

Here, at least, was something he remembered, someone he remembered. Someone his mind could converge on.

"Jim."