"I don't know; I don't remember."
Pens scribbled.
"Please continue," the lieutenant said.
Walt's throat grew dry as he talked. Someone got him a drink of water.
"Could you estimate the number of mutants in this other compartment?"
"I couldn't say. I couldn't swear that there is another compartment."
"A hundred? Five hundred?"
"I couldn't say."
"I see."
"About," a general asked, "how much of the total area of the ship would you say your compartment occupied?"