<blockquote>The jumper hummed to John in his sleep, a soft buzzy murmur that carried him as gently and as warmly as he would have carried a puppy. He was just awake enough to know where he was, and asleep enough to see the stars blurring past the walls. He'd been traveling a long, long time.
"Your sleep cycle has ended," the jumper said, and John sighed.
"I know," he said, not opening his eyes.</blockquote>
