Wanda watched him walk out thinking that it was good she'd put his mind at ease, because seeing him struggle to walk gave her something else to worry about.
Ah well. One day at a time. And she might well poke her head in to talk to the doctor, just to make sure he was all right, too. Maybe she should talk to her brother, though. Just to see if he'd been having dreams. Hell, maybe she should even call a team meeting and lay it all out on the table.
Well, one thing at a time. With a sigh, she pulled out the file she'd been reading, looking for the crumb of information that would tell her she was on the right track, that this was the answer, or even part of the answer. The race was still on, and she had no intention of falling behind.