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Kevin hesitated; then he let go of the door, inched forward, and picked it off the ground. He unfolded itand scanned down the list of names until he reached his own. He stared speechlessly at it, then backup at the others. Most were ignoring him."It's all right, Kevin," not-Tim said quietly.Kevin stared at him. "How did you know my name?""There's, uh, a version of that list with pictures," not-Tim said."...Speaking of the list," Conor said as he lost $3.50 to Jjaks and turned around in his chair, "is yourname on it? Because I don't see anyone named Tim on there."Sheepish grin. "Yeah, you got me. I lied about that."Not-Tim went over to Kevin's side to peek at the list. Kevin instinctively flinched away; not-Tim pickedup the list from his hand and glanced at it."Yeah," he said. "My name's there.""What is it?" Conor asked."That's not important."Kevin turned his head slightly to focus on him, his eyes still filled with suppressed panic. There wassomething different about not-Tim that alleviated some of his terror, the fear slowly leaving him to bereplaced with the assurance that, somehow, everything was going to be all right."Please," he said. "Just let me go home.""I'm sorry," not-Tim said. "I don't think we're able to do that.""We're out of beds," Johnny added. "You'll have to sleep on the floor."