Waela found herself sympathizing with the old man. Murdoch in that position would make anyone's shoulderblades twitch.

Ferry sputtered, then: "I wa.... ahh, waiting for some ahhh, others to come up before, ahhh, taking up the, ahh business w.... I mea...."

"What are we doing here?" Hali asked. She did not like the undercurrents flowing through this room. Unspoken threats lay heavy on Ferry's shoulders and it was obvious they came from Murdoch.

Ferry reached for the drink with a convulsive motion, but before he could put it to his lips, Murdoch reached over Ferry's shoulder and removed the glass from his hand.

"This'll wait."

Murdoch put the glass on a ledge behind him. As he turned back toward the others, the hatch opened and three people entered.

Hali recognized Brulagi from Medical, a heavy-set woman with fat arms and a thick lower lip. She wore her auburn hair in the regular close-cropped style, and her eyes shone bright blue above a flat nose. Right behind her came Andrit from Behavioral, a large dark man with quick almond eyes of deep brown and a nervous, darting manner. Behind these two was Usija, gray-haired, a thin-lipped, soft-spoken woman from the Natali, who had assigned Hali to monitor Waela TaoLini.

"Ahhh, here you are," Ferry said. "Please be seated, everyone. Please be seated."

Hali was glad to sit. She found a sling chair for Waela and another for herself. Waela moved her own chair to seat herself directly across from Ferry. It put her apart from the others, an observer's distance, and let her focus on Ferry and Murdoch without having to turn. Ferry would notice and it would annoy him, she thought. He wanted attention, not investigation.

What is it with you, old man? Waela wondered. What do you fear?

The three latecomers perched on a couch at right angles to Ferry. Murdoch remained standing.

Hali, noting Waela's move, wondered about it, but was distracted by the sudden realization that Andrit from Behavioral must be the father of young Raul. What was going on here?

Murdoch touched Ferry's shoulder and the older man jumped. "Show them the map."

Ferry swallowed, turned to his keyboard, punched at it clumsily. A miniature projection of Ship's schematic materialized at the holofocus beside him.

Hali recognized the special Natali area outship from Behavioral and noted a number of red dots through the projection. Brulagi from Medical leaned forward with her thick arms on her legs and stared at the three-dimensional map. Andrit appeared agitated by it. Usija merely nodded.

"What are the red markers?" Hali asked.

"Each dot represents a stricken child," Ferry said. "If you connect them, they form a spiral and you'll note that they increase in density as they reach the spiral's center."

"A vortex," Murdoch said.

Waela peered closely at the schematic. She caught her breath and glanced up to catch a look of unguarded fury on Andrit's face. He was clenching and unclenching his fists. She saw the heavy muscles of his forearms knotting under his singlesuit.

Ferry pulled some papers from the ledge beside his keyboard and shuffled through them while he spoke: "For the sake of those who might not know, ahh, where is your cubby, Waela?"

Andrit leaned forward, almost falling from the couch as he glared at Waela. She saw Murdoch repress a smile. What amused him?

"You all know where I sleep, Doctor. My cubby's at the center of the spiral."

Andrit lunged as quickly as anyone Waela had ever seen ship-side. But even though she felt heavily pregnant, Pandora had conditioned her reflexes to blurring speed. When Andrit hit the space where Waela had been sitting, she no longer was there. Before he could recover, Waela felled him with a blow to his carotid - every move automatic.

She felt strength flowing through her. It gushed from the fetus within her and out through every fiber of her body.

Hali, out of her chair by this time, looked from Andrit sprawled unconscious on the deck to Waela who stood poised and breathing easily in front of them. The sudden exertion had fanned the reddish glow under her skin to a blaze. As she turned slowly on one heel to see if there would be more attack, she was an awesome sight.

Dazed, Hali asked: "Why did he do that?"

Waela confronted Ferry. "Why?" She stood balanced on the balls of her feet. Andrit had threatened not her but her unborn child! Let any of them try to harm her child!

Murdoch chose to answer, an odd glint in his eyes. He appeared to be enjoying this.

"He wa.... personally upset, you understand? One of the stricken children is his son."

"What do those red dots really mean?" Hali demanded.

"Ahh, there have been some energy problems, we believe," Murdoch said. "We saw a similar thing in Lab One."

Waela took a step toward Ferry. "I want to hear it from you. Oakes left you in charge here. What's going on?"

"I, uhh, don't really know much about it." Ferry licked his lips, shot a glance over his shoulder at Murdoch.

"You mean you're not supposed to know anything about it," Waela said. "Tell us what you do know."

"Now, let's change our tone a bit," Murdoch said. "There's an injured man on the deck and this whole unfortunate matter does not require more passion."

He turned toward the Natali representative. "Doctor Usija, since the med-tech appears unable to respon...."

Hali looked down at Andrit who was beginning to stir.

"He'll recover," Waela said. "I pulled my blow."

Hali stared at her. The implication was obvious: She could have killed the man. Belatedly, Hali bent to examine him. Her pribox showed a bruise on his neck, some nerve damage, but Waela was right: He would recover.

"What happened in Lab One?" Waela directed her question to Murdoch.

"A.... artificial form of this phenomenon. You are the first natural example of this we've seen."

"Natural example of what?" Waela forced the words out.

"The draining of energy fro.... other people."

Waela glared at him. What was he saying? She took a step toward him and felt Hali's hand on her arm. Waela whirled on the med-tech and almost brought her down. Sensing this, Hali jerked her hand back.

"Waela? Just a moment. I'm beginning to understand."

"Understand what?"

"They think you're responsible for the sick children."

"Me? How?" She turned back toward Ferry. "Explain."

Murdoch started to speak, but she snapped an angry glare at him. "Not you! Him."

"Now, Waela, calm yourself," Ferry said. "This has all been an unfortunate mistake."

"What do you mean unfortunate mistake, you drunk? You set this up. You invited Andrit here. You knew about that spiral in your schematic. What were you trying to do?"

"I will not take that tone from you," Ferry said. "This is m...."

"This is your funeral if you don't tell me what's going on here!"

Hali stared at Waela. What was happening to the woman? Murdoch, Hali noted, was standing very still - no threatening movements at all. Usija and Brulagi were frozen in their seats.

"Now, don't you threaten me, Waela," Ferry said. There was a plaintive note in his voice.

She's perfectly capable of killing him if he doesn't satisfy her demand, Hali thought. Ship, save us! What has come over her?

Usija began to speak very softly, but her voice was compelling in the tense air of the room.

"Doctor Ferry, you are looking at the phenomenon of the threatened feral mother. It goes very deep. It is dangerous to you. Since Waela is Pandora-conditioned, I advise you to answer her."

Ferry pushed himself back in his seat as far as he could go. He wet his lips with his tongue.

"I, ahh.... your circumstances shipside, Waela. There has been some, ahhh, let us call it superstition."

"About what?"

"About, ahhh, you. We have tested you since your return an.... ahhh, we do not find usable answers. Even Ship is no help. Whatever it is, Ship has locked it away - Restricted. O...." He shot a venomous glance at Hali. "...we are referred to Med-tech Hali Ekel."