Whatever else he lacks, Kira isn't stupid enough to leave the fire unattended more than a few moments, or to waste the fuel. He is stupid enough to pick at the edge of the blanket, roll the cigarette to a corner of his mouth, think about Ty pulling away like an echo back through time.

They both had. That early morning in February could have been payback for another morning in January, half a decade gone, Kira resetting Ty's alarm to give himself time to leave the apartment.

He also knows, well enough, that Ty isn't going to leave the lists alone. Especially if Kira tries to steer him elsewhere. It isn't something he thinks Karen would tell him, in their little deal for the new year, but someone eventually would. Kira lifts a slab of stone and slides it over the bin, smothering the fire, putting out his cigarette on the top. "Down the hall, closer to the entrance. There's a computer terminal."

He joins Ty in the doorway. "I'll have to check back here a few times, until my shift ends. We try to let people know if someone's set to ship to the fountain."