"They will," assured Irvine. For a good measure he added in a wave of his right arm as he was prone to doing. Then his left arm dropped to the side, followed by his right, until the palms of his hands rested against the desk's edge. He put on a mild, encouraging smile, meant to be more tender than his usually severe grins.

"It's unsettling. But they will."

It was exactly like the Time Compression, he thought. The startling experience had come and gone and the nightmares, too, would surely fade with time.