SEFA AMADI stood alone on the floor.
Green and white together.
The remaining names had gone pale around him, copy marks now, witnesses now, proof that the index had been crowded by people and emptied by people.
The screen printed:
FINAL SUBJECT CLAIM REQUIRED.
VESSEL PROXIMITY STILL REQUIRED.
The last light ring around Caleb's wrist tightened.
It was smaller now. Meaner for being smaller. A final thread of Sefa's light wound around Caleb's skin, afraid of returning and afraid of staying out.
Sefa breathed through the room speaker.
In for four.
Hold for two.
Out for six.
Marek's count held in another man's voice.
Rina put one hand to the glass.
"Sefa Amadi. Do you answer to that name?"
"I answer."
The floor warmed.
Sam opened the Record to Sefa's page.
"What harm held you?" he asked.
The woman in the chair went still.
Sefa answered before she could infect the air with explanation.
