He felt bad about stealing from Dr. Goyer. He would likely get many marks—maybe ten—if he were caught, but it didn’t matter because tonight he would see sky. A rattling rose from below his bunk. Brain, snoring. Martyr listened to the steady drone, and wondered if everyone was sleeping now. He leaned over the side and saw that his skinny bunkmate lay above his covers, eyes closed. Brain hated covers or close spaces or being confined. Marks were very hard on Brain. Martyr scanned the other bunks; everyone appeared to be asleep. He withdrew the keycard from under his pillow and climbed down. As he crept to the exit, he placed a quick kiss on Baby’s forehead, the way Dr. Woman had once done for him. He waited to the side of the narrow window in the door until the night guards, Erik and Wilson, passed, heading toward the cafeteria. Martyr counted to thirty, knowing it was thirty steps to the cafeteria from his room. He’d checked twice today. Martyr swiped Dr. Goyer’s keycard in the slot at the door, the way he’d seen Johnson and Rolo do so many times.
