Col-Erase and graphite. December 2002.

Silver took a bite of his own sandwich and sorted out a few more of the tracking remote pieces. It looked like just a mess of electronics to me but the chips and wires seemed to be making sense to him. "Tori's right, you know," I said. "If it weren't for you thinking of stuff like this we wouldn't have a chance."

He made an indistinct noise around a mouthful of food.

I leaned back against the wall and concentrated on eating and trying to figure out what we could do from here. We had a pretty sweet deal at The Pit and it was not going to be easy living without that.

"Doesn't it bother you that I can think along these lines?"

"What?" I looked back over at Silver. He was looking at me sideways, though his hair.

"I know it bothers Erin, and I can understand why."

"Damn - you could hear that? Just how good is your hearing?"

He turned to face me. "Probably better than you think." He just stared at me, waiting for an answer. I couldn't make out his expression.

From Silver: Part 5