August 16, 0945

	"Dinah on line two."
 	Tim blinked at the sound of Cass's voice.  "Put her through," he said, 
words that felt foreign to his mouth.
 	"Tim?"
 	"Yeah, Dinah, I'm here."
 	"Dick's going back into surgery," Dinah said without prelude.
 	"Again?"
 	"Leslie says the first round was triage.  They were just-"  Dinah sounded 
like she was gasping a little.  "-stitching things back together and getting him 
closed up before he lost any more blood.  They'd planned to go back in a day or 
so and make sure things were where they were supposed to be, but then he threw a 
clot and-"
 	Tim felt his face drain.  Throwing a blood clot could result in 
instantaneous death.  Dick was lucky he'd made it into surgery.
 	"Dinah-"
 	"Hold on."
 	Tim heard background noise.
 	"Tim, I gotta go."
 	He heard Dinah put her hand over the mouthpiece on her end.  
"Dinah?"
 	He had to wait a moment for her to come back.
 	"No news is good news Tim, ok?  Remember that."
 	And she was gone.