It's hardly a coincidence that I slip into the room, which is filled with the sleepy, murmured conversations of the other rebels, just minutes after Granger. The black board in the atrium is my new accomplice. Meanwhile, I glance at it several times a day and catch up on spontaneous changes in the schedules, which gives me a pretty good overview of Granger's daily routine. I don't even find it pathetic anymore. Well, what can I say? I've decided to be a little more pragmatic about things from now on.