“That doesn’t matter,” Boone said. He looked at Park. “And where the hell did you go? I turned around and you were just . . . gone.”

“Boone,” she said through gritted teeth. “Get the fuck out of the way!”

His brow was still furrowed in confusion, but the military specialist obeyed, stalking over to stand on Sagara’s other side and lifting up his gun. It wasn’t long before Natalya staggered up to the doorway, fierce red spots high on her cheeks and her eyes blazing with hatred. She was empty-handed, Park saw—she must have gotten rid of her weapon before Sagara or Boone could confiscate it—but Park stayed a little behind Sagara, anyway. If the surveyor came at her again, Park would take her eyes out.

“What did you do to the androids?” she asked her. Her voice again sounded strange to her, tight, as if her throat had shrunk.

Natalya ignored her. “Don’t listen to her,” she said to Boone and Sagara. “She’s gone the way of Holt and Ma. I found her sleepwalking in the utility lab—”

“No,” Park butted in fiercely. “I’m not insane; look what she did to my head. And Holt and Ma and the others were never sleepwalking. They were experiencing something called the unity rain—”

Boone turned to her. “The unity what?”

“It’s an effect of the Fold,” Park said, trying not to gabble. “It’s like a storm that rages across the planet intermittently—and like in the Fold, it collapses together space, and even—even—”

She faltered for a moment. How to explain it without sounding as mad as Taban? How could she even know if any of it was true?

And yet, what else would explain the nightmares?

“—causes people to see things,” she said finally. “Makes them behave strangely.”

Sagara kept his gun trained on Natalya, but he glanced at Park. “How do you know all of that?”

“The robot down there told me,” Park said. “Taban. The robot you’ve all been keeping a prisoner.”

Natalya made a sharp gesture. Other than the few sweaty scraps of hair falling out of her bun, she looked just as composed as ever; but her eyes glittered with a special kind of malice. “I’m telling you, she dreamed the whole thing up,” she said. “She’s suffering from paranoid delusions, just like the others. She can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality anymore. If she ever really could.”

“Where did the blood on her face come from?” Sagara asked. His face was flat and unreadable.

Natalya gestured again. “She attacked me. Like I said, she was in a trance. She’s unstable—”

“Liar!” Park cried. “You’re the one who snuck up on me. You hit me. Taban can confirm that. You’re hiding something!”