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He stands in the doorway of his room, his room that used to be their room. Studying it.

That's her room.
Yes.

And here you are, she said, still back here tryin' to act like nothin's changed, you didn't even move nothin' around and it's like you're just tryin' to prove you can get along just fine without either of us.

It's empty.
I know.
So is it still her room when it's empty?

There has to be something here that made her react as she did.

He can't find it.

Does the room, the thing, have purpose?

If you need to talk about this again ... you know where to find me.

I don't think that's a good idea, Simon.

If there's no girl, then the plan, well ... it's like the room.

So maybe it's not a good idea. He can ask. The worst she can do is say no.

Simon finds her in the cargo bay, sweeping up the detritus left by the recently offloaded crates. She's close enough to the door that he can speak without raising his voice.

"I don't suppose you have time to talk?"