Skater turned soybacon in the frying pan on the stove in the doss in Auburn they planned to use just as the cool-off after the run. According to the chron built into the stove, it was 08:48:10 a.m. Barely six hours had passed since the run on Shastakovich’s. On the other side of the dusty Venetian blinds covering the window, the sun was coming up and tinting the sky rose and lavender to the east.