Yesterday’s first opening had stopped at its approved mark.
The crews had closed the new path, checked the result and left Vivienne’s old hold intact through the night. Felix had gone to bed thinking about the small instability under his hands.
It was still there in the morning.
He sat at the prepared contact while Ruth brought the physical indicator into view beside the Deck.
“Same starting value.”
He gave it.
The lead had a small worn place beneath his thumb. He had spent enough evenings holding it that the shape was familiar even through the glove.
There was no stirring music in the corridor.
