noon
I heard Dan 's door slam behind me and knew that he was following behind . We took to the utilidors grimly . I walked past the cameras , knowing that my image was being archived , my presence logged . I 'd picked the timing of my raid carefully : by arriving at high noon , I was sticking to my traditional pattern for watching hot-weather crowd dynamics . I 'd made a point of visiting twice during the previous week at this time , and of dawdling in the commissary before heading topside . The delay between my arrival in the runabout and my showing up at the Mansion would not be discrepant . Dan dogged my heels as I swung towards the commissary , and then hugged the wall , in the camera 's blindspot .