On the ground floor of a human tower, there's a concession open twenty-four hours. And there's a woman with a good mind, who knows that no one ever lived in a healthy time. Good nurse. Gentle woman. Sheryl Lynne, let them in. Let no one whose time is known, go alone. Ease the mind and heart resisting. And asking as the anchor slips: Would mercy, in her wisdom, throw pointless arrows from a silver bow against a hollow ship? Let them in.