He slept right through the alarm, and Lawrence wasn’t around to wake him this time. He dressed as fast as he could and jogged to Northside Station, sticking close to the houses in case he attracted the attention of any dogs. Come tomorrow, he reminded himself, he wouldn’t have to worry about such things anymore. He rode the escalator down to the platform and waited for the train. He calculated that Justine would be well into her first set about now. With any luck, he’d make it before she took a break. He didn’t want to leave her stranded with his family any longer than he had to. His mother’d asked if Winston could come, and he’d said sure, what the hell, let’s make it a party. She’d actually laughed out loud. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard his mother laugh like that. He was doing the right thing. He was absolutely doing the right thing. At the other end of the platform, a Construct was checking a circuit panel.
