The light out­side the win­dow changes from orange to dark blue. Below them, the Temple’s gravitic por­tal slides down, rum­bling with the sound of stone scrap­ing against stone.

Gil turns on a small lit­lamp by his bed so he can read his tablet, though he finds he’s too ner­vous to do any­thing but stare at it blankly. He keeps on check­ing the water clock as the level inches up towards mid­night.

Finally, some­one knocks at the door. Gil jumps up and opens it.

Kiddu
Hey. Ready to go?

She’s wear­ing a long hooded robe over her dress. Gil nods eagerly.

Shara
Where are you two going?
Kiddu
Con­cert at the com­mune. Can you cover for me upstairs?
Shara
Cer­tainly.

Every­one in the room is awk­wardly silent.

Gil
Yeah. Um. Can you guys cover for me too?

Hal­parun­tiyas nods. Aku gives a thumbs up.

Gil turns to go. They exit the room and shut the door.

Hal­parun­tiyas
Don’t for­get to use pro­tec­tion!

Gil winces.

Kiddu
Hey, what­ever. Let them think that. Makes us less sus­pi­cious.

They tip­toe down the stairs. Matreya is on the first floor, and they’re quite con­scious of her good hear­ing. They make their way to the second-floor win­dow at the end of the hall­way. Kiddu puts her legs over the win­dowsill and climbs down the rough brick wall.

Gil looks over the edge. It’s only a sin­gle story down, and the win­dow is right over a closed wooden dump­ster that Kiddu has landed on. But he still cringes.

Kiddu waves him down, half-shouting, half-whispering.

Kiddu
I know you’re afraid of heights, but come on, man!

Gil care­fully puts one leg over the win­dowsill. His long robe makes it awk­ward to get both legs over, and he grips the edge like his life depends on it. He turns to look below him—Kiddu is hold­ing out her arms, as if she’s ready to catch him if he falls.

He slips, and screams on his way down.

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