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to me, and she saved my life.
    “What will she make me lose? Why?”
    “Your chance of successfully navigating this relationship is ten percent.”
    “Lose what? What does she have against me?”
    Another boom went off overhead, making the light fixtures sway and shadows play over the walls.
    “Goddamn it. What is that noise?” I asked.
    “Some people are more susceptible than others,” she said, ignoring me. She was still pointing at the woman.
    “I know.”
    When I looked closer at the muscle-bound figure, I saw her left hand was a pale gray, just like Nico’s arm. It triggered a flash of memory.
    “She was there that night. I’ve seen her here before too,” I said to myself. A lot of what happened two years ago, I never really got clear on. The shakes were hitting me really bad by then, and everything was happening at once. I remembered a woman peeking through a hole from the cell next to mine. I remembered being hooked up to a bunch of electrodes, and then ending up in the green room. . . .
    “I called her,” I said, remembering. “I could sense her, and I called her, and she came.”
    I remembered her shooting the lock to my cage and pulling me out.
    “She rescued me.”
    The dead woman nodded. “She may save your life a second time.”
    “What about the middle spot?” I asked, but as soon as I said it, it came back to me. We’d had this conversation before.
    “The middle spot is where—”
    “You stand,” I said.
    “We will meet two more times, before this is all over,” she said. “Your chances of successful navigation are, respectively, one hundred and zero percent.”
    “Can those be changed?” I asked her. “If I can pass or fail, can the percents be changed? Can I change them?”
    She wasn’t listening, though. She moved away, back toward the table, and flipped the switch back down. The lights over Nico and the other one went dark.
    “You said I die in a tower. Can that be changed?”
    “You die in a tall tower.”
    With the lights out, I saw something flickering through the glass window in the room’s door. I got on my toes and looked out into a dimly lit hallway, where a bunch of people were sitting, leaning against the walls. They were all looking at the floor, their clothes and skin burned black. Orange and red spots glowed under the ash on their coats and boots. One, a woman, looked up, her face covered in soot. Her skin was cracked and raw. She mouthed something, but I couldn’t hear her.
    “What do you want from me?” I asked the dead woman. Three men in uniform stepped into view down the hall and started tromping past them, toward the door, dragging a scrawny, dirty man in handcuffs between them.
    “It’s too late for us,” the dead woman said, “but not for you.”
    I turned, forgetting about the people in the hallway.
    “What?”
    “He still needs you. He will call to you again,” she said.
    “What do you mean, ‘It’s too late for us’?” I asked.
    “Should he fail, it will fall to you.”
    “Wait!”
    The metal door opened, and dust swirled in from the hallway. The uniformed men shoved the one in handcuffs toward the far wall where the three lights were.
    “This is a mistake . . .” I heard him whisper.
    Behind them, I caught a glimpse of a woman, a skinny woman about my height, with her hair in a bun, but she was in shadow.
    “Who are—”
    She turned her head to look back over her shoulder, and when she did, I could just make out some kind of tattoo that circled her scrawny neck.There was a ring-shaped scar there, where her jugular stuck out. Against the dim light behind her, her profile had a big, beaklike nose....
    I woke with a start and my eyes opened. The green room and everyone in it were gone. Something was beeping.
    “Damn it,” I whispered.
    I was on the monorail, leaning against the window. The car was packed, and there were bodies all around me, damp from the rain and murmuring on cell phones or getting work in during the commute. A