He stirred on the bed and opened his eyes, opened them slowly, kept them glazed and only partly focused.
The man rose from the chair and Sutton saw that he was dressed in white. He crossed the room and leaned above the bed.
"All right, now?" he asked.
Sutton raised a hand and passed it, bewildered, across his face.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, I guess I am."
"You passed out," the man told him.
"Something I ate," said Sutton.
The man shook his head. "The trip, more than likely. It must have been a tough one."
"Yes," said Sutton. "Tough."
Go ahead, he thought. Go ahead and ask some more. Those are your instructions. Catch me while I'm groggy, pump me like a well. Go ahead and ask the questions and earn your lousy money.