I fisted my hands and put as much conviction and acceptance in the voice inside my head as I could. I'm Three. The Core is open. I'm sorry. But I'm going to do everything I can to make things right, and I need your help.
Okay, she said.
Her answer took me off guard because I guessed I expected some kind of protest or whining or complaining that she didn't have the guts to help. Whatever horrors she had been through lately had changed her, like my own had changed me.
Good. Where's Tram?
In the cage on the opposite side of the room. There's a chain above mine, and if you pull it a certain way, it will lower us to the floor.
Do it.
She lifted to her feet and fussed with the squeaky chain above our heads. I looked in the direction where I thought Tram's cage would be as if I could see it, as if I could see him.