The night ended with Aguilar and the morning began with Landel. Indy sat up less painfully than the day before to find he was wearing the old gray uniform and fresh wraps around his burned left hand. Any thoughts that things might be back to normal only lasted until the nurse came in, though: the military bearing would've been unmistakable even if he hadn't recognized the soldier's face. Now why keep up the fake nurse act now that they were back here, Indy wondered, and then he remembered--it was Sunday. Visiting day.

That ache sunk back into the pit of his stomach. Was Dad coming again this week?

Maybe the thought should've made him feel more like praying, but it didn't. When the guard offered to walk him to the chapel, Indy turned it down in favor of the Sun Room. As they walked, he noticed something else new: the guard was more cordial than ever. Calling him "friendly" might still be a stretch, but still, there was a marked difference between this and the way the same guy had treated him yesterday. The man even guided him to the bulletin board--and before breakfast, too. Maybe it'd been movie night in the barracks last night and the guard was a new fan.

He'd have to watch that. In the meantime, he studied the board, skimming for anything he ought to know about.

[for Guybrush]