Chapter 38

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Cress held her breath and listened—listened

 so hard it as giving her a headache—but all she heard 

was silence. 

 Her left leg was beginning to cramp from being

curled into such an awkward position, but she 

 dared not move for  fear she would bump 

something and alert the old man to her location.

She hadn't run from the home.

 Though she'd been tempted, she'd known that 

Jina and the others could still be out there, and 

 running into them would put her right back

 where she'd started. 

 Instead, she'd ducked into the third room

 down the long slender corridor, surprised to

 find the door unlocked and the room abandoned. 

It had the same setup as the doctor's room:

 bed, closet, desk, but to her chagrin it was 

missing a netscreen.

If she hadn't been so desperate to find a hiding

 spot, she  would have wept.

She ended up in the closet. 

 It was empty, with a bar for  hanging clothes

 situated below  a single shelf.

 Cress had used all her strength to clamber up onto

the shelf, propelling up the closet's side walls with

 both feet,  before squeezing

her way into the tiny alcove.

 She'd used her toes to pull the door shut.

 For once, she was glad of her small size, and she

 figured that if  he found her she'd at least have

 the leverage from being so high up.

 She wished she would have thought to grab some

 sort of weapon.

But her hope was that there would be no need for it.

 She suspected that when he woke up, he would think

 she'd run out into the town and he would go searching

 for her, which should give her ample time to get

back to that netscreen and contact Thorne at their

 last hotel.

She had lain there for hours, waiting and listening. 

 Though it was uncomfortable, it kind of reminded her 

of sleeping beneath the bed in the satellite during those

 long hours when Luna could be seen through her windows. 

 She'd always felt safe then, and the memory brought

 a strange sense of protection, even now.

After a while, she began to wonder whether she'd 

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