an expatriate, I'd say. You haven't turned on them; you've just left their society."
We were quiet again. I wanted to believe what he said was true. I considered the word expatriate, trying to convince myself that I was nothing worse.
Ian exhaled loudly enough to make me jump. "When Doc sobers up, we'll get him to take a look at your face." He reached over and put his hand under my chin; this time I didn't flinch. He turned my head to the side so he could examine the wound.
"It's not important. I'm sure it looks worse than it is."
"I hope so-it looks awful." He sighed and then stretched. "I suppose we've hidden long enough that Kyle's clean and unconscious. Want some help with the dishes?"
Ian wouldn't let me wash the dishes in the stream the way I usually did. He insisted that we go into the black bathing room, where I would be invisible. I scrubbed dishes in the shallow end of the dark pool, while he cleaned off the filth left behind by his mystery labors. Then he helped me with the last of the dirty bowls.
When we were done, he escorted me back to the kitchen, which was starting to fill up with the lunch crowd. More perishables were on the menu: soft white bread slices, slabs of sharp cheddar cheese, circles of lush pink bologna. People were scarfing down the delicacies with abandon, though the despair was still perceptible in the slump of their shoulders, in the absence of smiles or laughter.
Jamie was waiting for me at our usual counter. Two double stacks of sandwiches sat in front of him, but he wasn't eating. His arms were folded as he waited for me. Ian eyed his expression curiously but left to get his own food without asking.
I rolled my eyes at Jamie's stubbornness and took a bite. Jamie dug in as soon as I was chewing. Ian was back quickly, and we all ate in silence. The food tasted so good it was hard to imagine a reason for conversation-or anything else that would empty our mouths.
I stopped at two, but Jamie and Ian ate until they were groaning in pain. Ian looked as though he was about to collapse. His eyes struggled to stay open.
"Get back to school, kid," he said to Jamie.
Jamie appraised him. "Maybe I should take over..."
"Go to school," I told him quickly. I wanted Jamie a safe distance from me today.
"I'll see you later, okay? Don't worry about... about anything."
"Sure." A one-word lie wasn't quite so obvious. Or maybe I was just being sarcastic again.
Once Jamie was gone, I turned on the somnolent Ian. "Go get some rest. I'll be fine-I'll stay someplace inconspicuous. Middle of a cornfield or something."
"Where did you sleep last night?" he asked, his eyes surprisingly sharp under his half-closed lids.
"Why?"
"I can sleep there now, and you can be inconspicuous beside me."
We were just murmuring, barely over a whisper now. No one paid us any attention.
"You can't watch me every second."
"Wanna bet?"
I shrugged, giving up. "I was back at the... the hole. Where I was kept in the beginning."
Ian frowned; he didn't like that. But he got up and led the way back to the storage corridor. The main plaza was busy again now, full of people moving around the garden, all of them grave, their eyes on their feet.
When we were alone in the black tunnel, I tried to reason with him again.
"Ian, what's the point of this? Won't it hurt Jamie more, the longer I'm alive? In the end, wouldn't it be better for him if -"
"Don't think like that, Wanda. We're not animals. Your death is not an inevitability."
"I don't think you're an animal," I said quietly.
"Thanks. I didn't say that as an accusation, though. I wouldn't blame you if you did."
That was the end of our conversation; that was the moment we both saw the pale blue light reflecting dimly from around the next turn in the tunnel.
"Shh," Ian breathed. "Wait here."
He pressed my shoulder down gently, trying to stick me where I stood. Then he strode forward, making no attempt to hide the sound of his footsteps. He disappeared around the corner.
"Jared?" I heard him say, feigning surprise.
My heart felt heavy in my chest; the sensation was more pain than fear.
"I know it's with you," Jared answered. He raised his voice, so that anyone between here and the main plaza would hear. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called, his voice