The baby was asleep again. They were stuck in this small cold room. Dottie was crying and his head still hurt from the thin mountain air. But at least they were alone, and no one was bothering them. Dottie’s little room didn’t seem so bad once Dottie was inside it. It was lots bigger than his tiny Vault office, and probably much less weird, too. Dottie was here with him, that was the point. He wasn’t freezing outside the Facility’s gates in the dark. He should be grateful for that. Plus, there weren’t any Space Force generals around here. Life wasn’t so bad, it was pretty good after all, wasn’t it? Yes, life had to be good. He pulled his shirt off.