The biobed starts taking its reading, but Beverly can't help looking away from the screen and fixing Ian with a sidelong look.

"I think you fidget more than my teenage son does during his exams," she teases. "Try to be still. I'm sure you're excited, this must all be new and different for you, but we'll get a better result if you don't move."

And it won't take long, either. Within a matter of seconds, the computer has compiled all of the information it needs, and initial scans check out. "Everything looks good, Mr. Chesterton. The scan isn't picking up on anything too out of the ordinary, and certainly nothing life threatening. I'm inclined to say you completely check out."