They were making very slow progress, but at least they were making progress in the right direction. And, even as Billy suggested the possibility of mechanical replacements, a doctor appeared on the scene. Goliath’s distaste was understandable but Elisa, for her part, was more interested in making sure he survived until nightfall. They’d deal with whatever happened after that when it happened.

“We’ve got the hand,” she confirmed. She was holding it carefully, cradled in the arm that wasn’t helping to support Goliath. “What about the blood loss?”