Sileza. Rubric was afraid they would have to walk there, and it was several klicks away. But Salmon Jo had figured out a way to take a trolley without having to swipe their cards. “I’ve noticed that on about ten percent of the trolleys, the card reader is broken, and the Conductor Klon just waves you on. The system seems very poorly maintained. So all we have to do is wait for a bus where the card reader is broken. It shouldn’t take too long. We just have to try to remain inconspicuous.”Rubric wasn’t sure if she could do that. She was shivering and it wasn’t from cold—she was wearing a thick, long-sleeved woolen cloak—but from pure fear. It was really sinking in that they were on the run. Part of her mind kept insisting the whole thing must be some terrible mistake. This part tried to soothe her and tell her everything was fine. But the other part of her mind kept going over what Salmon Jo had said, evaluating and reevaluating it. The conclusion was the same every time: FREAK OUT!She might never return to Yellow Dorm or see her friends.
