"All clear," Hiro said. "No customers hanging around." I reflexively massaged the scar behind my left ear, where they’d gone in to plant the bonephone. The side of the dummy console swung open and let in the gray dawn light of Heaven. The fake boat’s interior was familiar and strange at the same time, like your own apartment when you haven’t seen it for a week. One of those new Brazilian vines had snaked its way across the left viewport since my last time up, but that seemed to be the only change in the whole scene.