I didn't know if I slept for an hour or three. What I knew was that my body had opinions about the previous night and was expressing all of them simultaneously. Running. Window jumping. The warehouse. The city street. Daphne's bathroom. All of it sitting in my muscles like an itemized invoice.
"Bram." Sherry's knock. The specific rhythm of someone who had already waited longer than she wanted to.
I bathed, dressed, and got out. Our daily routine, assembled without discussion, running on its own now.
The corridor was already moving. Students heading somewhere that wasn't class.
Wells was at the doorway, and when he saw us his face did the thing that faces do when shared experience creates the kind of bond that doesn't need to be announced. Last night had built something between the five of us that hadn't existed before it.
"Morning." He fell into step with us briefly. "Assembly. General. Dean called it."
"Thank you, Wells," Sherry said.
