Letter 8
Hi Bianca,
Great philosophical question: Why do these sorts of things always happen in the wee hours of the morning?
It can’t be because they’re trying to slip in under cover of darkness. In space, it’s all darkness—impenetrable blackness coated with billions of pinpoints of stars, all of which added together not equaling the light from the sun on a very cloudy day. And here in the Out there’s not even that much, just the milky pearlescence all around us like a gray smudge of unreality. It doesn’t really hide anything so much as it smothers it.
And it’s not like they’re trying to catch us while we sleep. Warren assures me that, from outside the North, you probably can’t tell what our night and day cycles are aboard ship. And even if you could detect energy levels to that insig
