Tillman backed off. Obeying Crane, while difficult at times, had become priority number one for Tillman. The soldier stood an unobtrusive distance away and observed. The way Crane was acting was disconcerting, to say the least. He found himself wondering if fear gas could be fatal.

He opened the window and made his way back to Crane, all too aware of the fact that he was out of his element. He crouched next to him, close but not touching. "Come on, Doc. Let's walk. It's five feet. That's all."