“Laurie couldn't sleep. It was her third night at the Outpost, and the transition wasn't going as smoothly as she'd hoped. Part of it was the strangeness, after twenty-three years of marriage and nine months of communal living, of once again having a room of her own. She just wasn't accustomed to solitude anymore, the way that lying alone on a comfortable mattress could feel like tumbling endlessly through outer space.”