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Almost bedtime, and the panic sets in. Where do I go? How do I escape? I'm alone here, and I don't know how to get the human contact I've been craving. I talked with amberfox. I talked with Aunt-Fayoumis. It's too late to call Darkside. It's too early to call Figment, and we'll both have to be up early tomorrow morning. It's too late to try going out.

It's limbo.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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