At Conlan’s confused look, I explain, “We
got a little lost.”
Conlan nods. “That’s easy to do. There’s a
serviceway you have to take, brings you right out into the commons,
but you probably ran past it in the dark.”
“So then what happened?” Dylan
prompts.
Conlan watches the light above the door—it’s
red now, but it gradually shifts to orange, then yellow. Green and
the cycle will be complete. “Then we go back to the colony,” Conlan
says. He’s excited, I can see it in the nervous way he twists his
hands in the hem of his shirt. “And Tobin says it’s all my fault—he
wouldn’t let up on that. Ben almost decked him for it, he just
doesn’t know when to quit. Me, I didn’t say anything because, well,
it wasmy fault, and I think Ben sort of knew that. He knows
a lot of stuff you don’t think he’s noticed. Nothing slips by him,
nothing.”
I don’t doubt it. The light above the door
is a bright yellow now, and Conlan begins to shift from foot to