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Rodin’s room was adequate—things worked, bed wasn’t too uncomfortable, toilet and taps seemed to work. There was even a battered screen on the desk.
But first, he needed a shower.
He ran the water as hot as it would go, then cold, and when he felt more alert he ran the air-dry. Not the most effective, but he used the extra minutes of warm air wafting over his body to slow his heart and mind, and to prepare himself.
Trapped in the Factory, but alive. Things could be worse. He needed to learn all he could. If there was a way out of this place, he’d find it.
When he was almost dry he wrapped a towel around himself, stood in front of the desk and freed the tooth. It came out with surprising ease. Then he reached round, placed the root to the skin patch, and squeezed, just as
