I WAS ROLLED OVER ON THE NARROW COT TRYING TO FLOAT away into some kind of limbo. But pritchard was restless. He was tossing and turning and blowing tight sighs. He was coming close to irritating me again. I turned to face him. AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING THE LIGHTS CAME BACK ON. Sunday. I woke up tired, but I forced myself to get up. Forced myself to do a bit of stretching to ease off my sore body. pritchard was awake, but silent. He was vaguely watching me exercise. Still drifting. Breakfast arrived before eight. The same old guy dragging the meal cart. I ate the breakfast and drank the coffee. As I finished up the flask, the gate lock clunked and sprang the door. I pushed it open and stepped out and bumped into a guard aiming to come in.
"It's your lucky day," the guard said. "You're gett
