Chapter 14

The days dragged on. One day blurred into the next, and I lost track of them. Writing implements never featured in our thrice-daily packets, and if anyone in our group had one I never found out. If anyone had a fancy watch with the days of the month or even the week on it, I never found out about that, either. I don’t know whether anyone really knew exactly what day it was after a while.

At some point, I realized that I’d not seen the old lady who sat next to me on the coach to Glasgow, and wondered what had happened to her. I saw her in the hotel, she didn’t know about pressing ENTER on the luggage robot. Was she in a different part of the hotel, and ended up in one of the other populations? I thought Will and I concluded that the other populations must have come from some other source, that the hotel couldn’t have been so big? If so, did she fail to make it down to the shelter at all? I wonder what’s actually happening up there now? What’s already happened? Nothing I can do about it, anyway. Poor old girl.

On to Chapter 15