And some moved around. T.R. was one of those. Sometimes his latency was high, sometimes low. Rufus had noticed a few things and put two and two together. Sometimes when T.R. was in high-latency mode—suggesting he was on the other side of the world—he breathed heavily and rapidly, as if short of breath. Rufus hadn’t understood this, and in fact he’d actually begun to worry about T.R.’s cardiovascular, until he had taken to noticing the word "Snowbird" coming up in conversation. Then he’d realized it was actually "Snowberg." Then he’d heard one of the South Africans—an Afrikaner—say the name of it with different vowel sounds: "Snayoobergh." Rufus had figured out it was a Dutch word, "Sneeuwberg," and that it was a place on the island of New Guinea. The Dutch had named it "Snow Mountain" back in the days when it actually did have snow on it. Nowadays it did not. That was partly because of global warming and partly because Brazos RoDuSh had converted it into a hole in the ground. Anyway, the elevation was quite high—something like fifteen thousand feet, depending on which part of the mine complex you were at—and so T.R.’s noticeable shortness of breath did not reflect any underlying deficiencies on the cardio front. There just wasn’t that much oxygen where he was.