When Rufus awoke, he was lying spread-eagled on his bed with a dull ache in his head and most of his limbs. He heaved himself up and gingerly put his feet onto the floor. Finding he was ok to walk, he made his way down to the lab. Steven was already there, logging something into the computer.
It didn’t take Rufus long to get used to his new environment. He was in his element, up to his eyes in reports and samples. He had bored his friends and relatives half to death with regular telephone updates on what the pack was doing – apart from Jake, who rarely let him get a word in edgeways (He had forgiven his brother for leaving and the two were thick as thieves again).