Red took out the letter. This morning it had been pure, untouched. Now it was wet, filthy, ruined. He looked at Alice as she moved along the corridor. Wasn’t this what he wanted? She could get him out, even said she’d stick him in a Hopper, fly him to Cortex to hand deliver the message. He turned it over to see that the Professor’s wax sigil was still in place. It was worth five dollars, nothing more. Most likely Mom would take the cash and disappear again.