"Told him what I had," Skinner said, struggling to his feet, his arms fastened behind him. "Didn’t want it. Want what they want, don’t they?" The little television slid off the edge of the bed and hit the floor, its screen popping out on a rainbow ribbon of flat cable. "Shit." He swayed, wincing as his bad hip took his weight, and Yamazaki thought he would fall. Skinner took one step, another, leaning forward to maintain his balance.