When his pockets are empty, Shell takes his hand and leads him through a beaded doorway to the cranny just beyond, their kitchen. The space is just large enough for a cabinet, a wave, a narrow fridge, and a table just barely big enough for two, if the two don’t mind rubbing knees. Bandit sits. Shell brings him a glass of water and then starts counting the money, credsticks in one pile, corporate scrip in the other. When she finishes, she hides it all in the secret compartment in the base of the cabinet. Shell has plans for all the money they’ve collected. One day, she hopes to have enough to buy a condo in the burbs and to send all the kids to school. How she’ll manage that without a SIN, or SINs for the kids, Bandit can only wonder. He supposes System Identification Numbers can be purchased. He’s never tried it himself, but the way some people talk it’s done all the time.