When the food was given, he leaned over it and inhaled the scent. It did have a unique scent all its own. Its own flavour that seemed to come with it. No wonder Clark couldn't describe it before. "I don't know about my patience. I think I'll be all right. I... think I'm practiced at being patient."

Bit by bit. Things were still coming to him. He just didn't really want all of them.