We didn’t speak again as the monorail continued around its track. When we passed the Junction a second time, heading back into the business sector, I almost hoped he planned to drop me off at the Monitor Center again and reunite me with my friends. But we stopped well before that, at the platform nearest to the Oversight Center. As the train slowed to a stop, the Overseer murmured, “Good luck.”
“Aren’t you coming?” I asked as a pair of Officers headed down the aisle to where we sat.
He shook his head. “I was just told to bring you here,” he explained. “They already know where my sympathies lie. I’m not welcome to attend.”
A sick wave of fear from the soles of my feet to wash through my stomach. Now that I knew he was on my side, I didn’t want to face the Council alone. “Can’t I request
