down.â
I let my hands fall and the dragons look at each other, sighing simultaneously so that they blow up each otherâs noses. Unable to help myself, I giggle. Professor Isabella shakes her head with concern and retreats to dress. I realize that she too, is worried that I am losing control.
Between nods thoughtfully. âWe canât explain it, Sarah. Weâre just us and the Institute people werenât exactly chatty.â
Betwixt interrupts. âYou know the Bible quote? âEyes have they, but they see not. They have ears, but they hear notâ? Someone wanted people who could hear and see what most people canât and thatâs you and thatâs Dylan and thatâs too much for any human.â
I nod and hold up my hand, signaling âenough.â I need to think, to reflect. Memories without words are rising up and I know if I do not carefully handle them, I will be drowned.
When Professor Isabella returns, coifed and wearing only one skirt and sweater, Abalone ignores her questions and keeps working. She does nod thanks when the professor supplies her with cocoa from a vending machine. Then the two of us withdraw to a corner and Professor begins to read to me from the collected works of Mark Twain.
We are both so immersed in the essay she is reading that when Abalone lets out a long whistle of amazement, we both jump.
âFound something?â Professor Isabella asks, flipping off the portable library screen that Abalone had bought soon after our first meeting.
âAnd something,â Abalone confirms, rumpling her unrumpleable hair. âThe outer programs were a breeze. I could have gotten through them when Iâ¦I got through them easily. When I started on the records for this latest âpurgeâ and some Dr. Haas who was in charge of Sarahâs case, wellâ¦â
She shakes her head in amazement.
âSo you didnât learn anything?â Professor Isabella asks.
Abalone raises her eyebrows indignantly, âI didnât say that. I just said it wasnât easy. Câmere.
âI didnât want to be too direct about this,â Abalone begins once we have positioned ourselves so that we can see her screen. âIf someone is really looking for Sarah, her files might be flagged so that unauthorized entry would be noticed. So I went on a less obvious tangent.â
She pauses to sip her cocoa, grimacing when she finds it has grown cold.
âI knew about when Sarah appeared on the street, so I worked backward through the files, looking for when the orders came down. When I found them, I cross-checked by matching not only Sarahâs name, but Ali and Francis, those two fellows Jerome mentioned. Then, when I was sure I had the right group I checked who the controlling authorities were. There were three physicians or psychiatrists, Doctors Davidoff, Nâgoya, and Haas, who came in from outside. I found next that Haas had been the one who selected Sarah as one of those to be pitched into the cold cruel.â
This time she looks at the cold cocoa before sipping.
âLet me go pee. Will you get refills, Sarah? Maybe some chips or other junk?â
She tosses me a credit slip and I head out, proud that I can do this without panicking. Behind me, Betwixt and Between call for me to remember a treat for them.
When I return, Abalone is back in her perch on the bed. I am pleased that the story has waited for me. Once we are settled with cocoa and cake and chips and the rest of my loot from the vending machines, Abalone continues her report.
âWell, the next jump was a leap of faith. I still didnât want to try Sarahâs file or code a search with her specs, not until I knew more. Then it occurred to me. Someone may want Sarah backâit may be a private individual even, but whoever it is is using the Home. This is where the faith came inâwhat if someone screwed up letting Sarah out? I decided that made sense, since