Gloves, thigh pads, back piece, chest piece. New fit and model but the catches are all the same. They don't rivet you in to test suits. Bit by bit he sheds it all till he's in the undersuit and he feels that much more- not better. Not better at all. But less lost between then and now. He'll tell a tech where he left his shit. They know he's been here. Right now he just needs to leave.

Fairly steady on his feet he heads for the door, walking right through Carolina.

She's not really there anymore. Why bother going around?