The flasks lay in a heap by the door. Wyatt took one and sat down
again. The room was warm and green and silent. The two men had been
together long enough to be able to sit without speaking, and in the
green glow they waited, thinking. The first pull Wyatt took was long
and numbing; he closed his eyes.
Coop did not move at all. Not even his toes. When Wyatt had begun to
think he was asleep, he said suddenly:
"Heard about the replacement."
Wyatt looked at him.
"Found out this afternoon," Coop said, "from the goddam Commandant."
Wyatt closed his eyes again.
"Where you goin'?" Coop asked.