That seemed fair. The Dodger had already helped him, now it was Andy’s turn to hold up some of the bargain. They departed Nell’s Basement and flew across the Matrix to the Telestrian system. The Cyberdyne branch was a molten gold oak tree, hanging root and branch in the electron sky. Andy leading, they ducked below the roots and wove in among the tangled mess. When he found the right point—his second safest way back in—Andy showed the back door to the Dodger. The ebon boy stopped to examine the doorway. "Nice work."