Omega holds still while Florida works, hardly daring to breathe. He waits for the panic to come...but it never does, not even when he tries to tug at the ropes and can't.

It's a nice pattern, and he almost asks for a picture. He doesn't recognize it from the book, but he likes it.

Then he hears what Florida says, and it's just. Not right, though he couldn't say why. "I thought the point was the act," he says. "Trusting the team."