And he goes back upstairs and to his room and makes himself another paper book because he's finished the first one.

No one disturbs him.

Then he'll wait for them to wake up.

At six forty-five someone knocks.

He goes over and opens the door.

It's the therapist again! "Good morning!"

"Morning!!!"

"How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah! When I woke up it was still the middle of the night but I couldn't tell because I don't have a window, can I have a window?"

She blinks. "Sure," she says, and walks in, towards the wall. She touches it with her palm and a square section of it grows transparent.

"Cool!!!"

Doctor Ximenes smiles. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah! I went looking for people and I met a guy and I made him and me breakfast."

"Oh? Was it Officer Salgueiro?"

"I don't think I remembered to ask his name, but that sounds right. He was from São Paulo too."

"That would be him, he's one of the night shift security officers," she nods.

"Yeah, he said it wasn't safe to go outside. ...in New York it was safe to go outside."

"He's right that it's not very safe here at night. New York has a much higher crime rate than here exactly because people go out at night whenever they want."

"Oh. But why's it still not safe at night if here people don't do that?"

"They would do that if other people went out. The very few people who do go out in spite of curfew often get into trouble because of it."

"Okay."

"Are you feeling more up to talk about things, this morning?"

"Yeah!"

"Good! Would you rather we talk here or somewhere else? We could go for a walk."

"I'd like to go for a walk!!"