“I can just…go?”
“Yeah. Let’s get you some food,” said Curtis. He grabbed the bottle of water and held the door for Lyndon, who was very confused and still a little asleep.
He followed Curtis down off-white walled corridors to what looked like a cafeteria. Plates loaded with food, Curtis produced some sort of card and used it to pay for them, then led Lyndon to an empty table away from other people. It was covered in crumbs, and a spill of ketchup the size of a dime. There were windows here; Lyndon blinked at midmorning daylight.
“What’s going on?” he asked. Curtis stared at him until he started eating. The cup of fruit was okay.
“It took half the night, but they trust me. Us.” Curtis paused. He’d gotten himself a steaming cup of coffee and he hooked his hands around it like he had the
