She regarded him apprehensively. "What will they do to you?"
He shrugged. "I suppose there's a whole team of computers and technicians somewhere in the Organization that handles these things. I don't imagine I'm the first one."
"Don't do anything like that again," she said urgently. "Promise me you won't."
He said it to please her, not knowing what he meant to do. The world beneath the surface and inside the cylinders was still unreal. "I promise," he said.
Darkness was closing in when they once again circled the wall, looking for the steel door he had wedged open. When they came to it he felt the first real tug of fear. The door seemed tight. He knelt quickly. The heavy weight of the steel had crushed the fabric belt flat—but there was still a narrow opening. The inside latch had not caught.
Hiding his relief, he rose and once more took Ann into his arms. "Don't give back that blue outfit," he said.
"No," she whispered. "No, Hendley."
He kissed her. When he opened the door and took her hand to help her step down, she said, "We should go separately."
Surprised, he pondered the suggestion a moment. "I don't think we were noticed. And the museum is open all night. We can just go back—"
"It would be safer," she insisted. "I—I'll meet you in front of the museum in five minutes. I can find my way out."