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mucus and her face stiff with it. She made sure her crying did not get more desperate -- let no one think she was trying to get attention. She toyed with the idea of falling silent when anyone came into the room, but decided against it -- she figured it would be more convincing to be oblivious to other people's coming and going.
It worked. Someone came in after a day of this and slapped her with another injection. And this time when she woke up, she was in a hospital bed with a window that showed a cloudless northern sky. And sitting by her bed was Dink Meeker.
"Ho Dink," she said.
"Ho Petra. You pasted these conchos over real good."
"One does what one can for the cause," she said. "Who else?"
"You're the last to come out of solitary. They got the whole team from Eros, Petra. Except Ender, of course. And Bean."
"He's not in solitary?"
"No, they didn't keep it a secret who was still in the box. We thought you made a pretty fine showing."
"Who was second longest?"
"Nobody cares. We were all out in the first week. You lasted five."
So it had been two and a half weeks before she started her calendar.
"Because I'm the stupid one."
"Stubborn is the right word."
"Know where we are?"
"Russia."
"I meant where in Russia."
"Far from any borders, they assure us."
"What are our resources?"
"Very thick walls. No tools. Constant observation. They weigh our bodily wastes, I'm not kidding." "What have they got us doing?"