They’re supposed to stay behind the iron fencing separating the hotel from the monorail, but today there isn’t any rent-a-cop blocking the way. “Just keep walking.” I hear this murmured all around me, like some sort of mantra designed to carry us into the waiting train car and toward breakfast. “Don’t they ever sleep?” Luke asks, pulling up even with me. “I mean, I saw that guy last night when I was coming back from the Electrical Parade.” He points to a thin man leaning against the lamppost sipping from a Styrofoam cup. “You mean Robin Hood?” I ask. Luke nods at me as he puts his hand up to block the sliding doors from closing. “He’s always here,” I say, stepping past him and onto the car. “Do you see how he looks at Bryan?” he asks, lowering his voice. “They all do that,” I push damp hair out of my eyes. I still haven’t acclimated to the heat. “It’s as if each of us got our own worst enemy when we signed up for this.” “Maybe,” he says, pulling back enough to let Jesse walk through.
