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We’re back in the air lock before I start to recognize what I’ve done. Did I really just go<br />

Outside? My mom’s hand is a vise on my upper arm. She forces me to face her.<br />

“I don’t understand,” she says, her voice shrill and confused. “Why would you do that?”<br />

“I’m OK,” I say, answering the question she doesn’t ask. “It was only a minute. Less<br />

than a minute.”<br />

She relinquishes my arm and lifts my chin.<br />

“Why would you risk your life for a total stranger?”<br />

I’m not a skillful enough liar to hide my feelings from her. Olly’s in my skin.<br />

She sees the truth. “He’s not a stranger, is he?”<br />

“We’re just friends. Online friends,” I say. I pause. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just<br />

wanted to make sure he was OK.”<br />

I rub my hands down my forearms. My heart beats so fast it hurts. The enormity of<br />

what I’ve done overwhelms me and I’m trembling.<br />

My sudden shaking derails my mom’s questioning and sends her into doctor mode.<br />

“Did you touch anything?” she asks, over and over again.<br />

I tell her no, over and over again.<br />

“I had to trash your clothes,” she says after I’ve taken the shower that she insisted I take.<br />

She doesn’t look at me as she says it. “And we’re going to have to be extra careful for the<br />

next few days to make sure nothing’s—”<br />

She breaks off, unable to say the words.<br />

“It was less than a minute,” I say, for both our benefit.<br />

“Sometimes a minute is all it takes.” Her voice is almost not there at all.<br />

“Mom, I’m sorry—”<br />

She holds up a hand and shakes her head. “How could you?” she asks, finally meeting<br />

my eyes.<br />

I’m not sure if she’s asking about my going Outside or lying to her. I don’t have an<br />

answer for either question.<br />

*<br />

As soon as she leaves, I go to the window in search of Olly, but I don’t find him. He’s<br />

probably on the roof. I get into bed.<br />

Was I really just Outside? What did the air smell like? Was there wind? Did my feet<br />

even touch the ground? I touch the skin on my arms, my face. Is it different? Am I?<br />

My entire life I’ve dreamed about being in the world. And now that I have, I don’t<br />

remember any of it. Just the sight of Olly doubled over in pain. Just his voice telling me<br />

to go back.

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