Super Junior {various pairings ; High Technology (19/20)}

[black_goose]

Title: High Technology (19/20)
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !cyberpunk)
Pairing: Siwon/Sungmin, Hankyung/Heechul, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kangin/Eeteuk, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Henry/Amber, Jonghyun/Key
Word count: 5,105
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The micro-chips let the government keep tabs on your every move; the video cameras let the government know when they need to start paying attention. Get rid of the chip in the back of your brain and you can slip under the radar, and do whatever the hell you like. It's not like they're the bad guys, but it's not like they're the good guys, either.
A/N: orz I have written so much in the past few days, I feel somewhat worn out. it's because I don't want to study. fairly certain that this will be the last thing for another week since I should be able to get the final chapter out by next Monday and then possibly the epilogue shortly after that. I think I'll miss this AU :(

High Technology (19/20)
Kyuhyun refused to explain what he had done, and so they all lapsed into a confused silence that lasted all the way back to the headquarters that they had vacated just one week earlier. They piled out of the van like something from one of those films that they'd picked up in the market; too many clowns stuffed into too small a car. Donghae and Siwon were still out cold, and Zhou Mi was asleep; it took a lot of huffing and puffing to get the van clear.

"Go pick up Yehsung," Kyuhyun told Shindong. He was tense, and didn't seem like he would take any argument. "If he wants to bring Jonghyun and Key along, I don't give a fuck. He can do what he wants. Just make sure he gets back here as quickly as possible."

"Right," said Shindong, giving him a side-eye glance but starting the engine back up anyway, then pulling away and plunging down the street at a speed that was neither legal nor safe. Kyuhyun turned to the those who were still waiting around outside. Sungmin had taken Siwon down to the surgery without even waiting for permission, clearly planning on doing what he could before Yehsung arrived.

Donghae was staring to come around, but he was groggy. Kibum was having a hard time keeping him on his feet and when he looked desperately at Kyuhyun, he just nodded and let Kibum go inside. Apparently taking that as a sign that they were okay to go in, Hankyung took Heechul in, who had fallen asleep on the journey over, and Henry took the girl he had picked up inside, murmuring quietly and blocking her vision from anything around her, like a horse with blinkers on.

Kangin, who was struggling with Zhou Mi's body length, if not weight, said in a strained voice, "Should I take him into your room?"

"No," Kyuhyun said, too harsh, too obviously. Eeteuk, who had been comforting the Chinese girl as best as he could, looked at him sharply. "Take him to the movie room," Kyuhyun said, thinking on his feet. That room locked. "Lock him in there. We'll go from there."

"Lock him...Kyuhyun, why would I lock Zhou Mi in anywhere?"

"Just fucking do it, okay?" Kyuhyun snapped. "I don't want to look at him, never mind deal with him. If you put him in my room, he'll just come down. Lock him in the movie room."

Before either of them could say another word, he shoved past and into the building. The control room was almost as it had been, although obviously they'd moved or destroyed a lot of the computers. He sat down heavily on a desk chair, fingers fiddling with a piece of copper wire that had been left on the table. He sat, staring blindly into the distance, the staleness of the room just registering. It clearly hadn't been disturbed. For some reason, they hadn't come to the house.

That, of course, didn't mean that they wouldn't still come for them. Their anger over the stunt he had just pulled could tip them over the edge. He didn't know how much they knew. He'd destroyed any knowledge of the house from their database, but one of them might have known the way; human memories were, sometimes, far more reliable than machine memory. Only time would tell on that front. He liked to think that maybe they'd be too busy controlling the masses who had been dechipped to worry about who had done the dechipping in the first place.

The door opened slowly, Eeteuk's head popping around before being followed by his body. He still had the Chinese girl with him, and she was holding a mug of something. Eeteuk put a mug of the same something on the table in front of Kyuhyun. "It's tea," he said, when Kyuhyun looked at it blankly and then back at him. "I figured you could do with a hot drink."

Kyuhyun picked it up and sipped at it on auto-pilot. Eeteuk ushered the girl into a chair with over the top hand gestures and then sat down himself. He stared at Kyuhyun scruntinisingly for far too long, before Kyuhyun said, sullenly, "What?" He felt like he was ten again, getting scolded by his mother. The thought of her made a lump form in his throat.

"Are you going to tell me why you have Zhou Mi locked in the movie room?" Eeteuk asked, gaze turning severe; he wasn't taking "no" as an answer to that question.

"Did Kangin do it?"

"Yes. I left him in the kitchen drinking a ridiculous amounts of coffee to make up for the lack of alcohol. This hasn't been an easy day, Kyuhyun, and now you're locking Zhou Mi up and talking about not wanting to see his face. You can't keep us in the dark about these things."

Kyuhyun took a long, measured gulp of his tea, feeling it wind a warm path down to his stomach. Even though it was a warm day, he felt a little cold. He took his time before he answered, trying to work out the best way to do it. In the end, his bitterness got the best of him and he said, "It was him, Eeteuk."

Eeteuk frowned at him. "I don't understand."

"It was Zhou Mi. He was the one who sold us out."

The corners of Eeteuk's mouth twitched and Kyuhyun wondered if he was going to have to go through this with everyone; the disbelief that told them all that it was a joke that he was playing on them. He wished it was just a joke.

Before Eeteuk could say anything, Kyuhyun continued; "He passed them information. Not recently, not anything important that we've been working on recently, but in the beginning. He was their spy."

The silence wasn't quite stunned, but it grew into shocked. The way Eeteuk cleared his throat still suggested disbelief. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, how do you know this?"

"He told me."

"He told you that he...was a spy?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Eeteuk looked gobsmacked. "Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi loves you, why would he be their spy?"

"He gave me some bullshit about how it was to protect me." Kyuhyun waved a hand, as if to wave the excuse away physically. "What it comes down to is that he betrayed us, Eeteuk. He gave the Institution information on us, and while it was over long ago, it may be that what has happened with Heechul is related to that."

Eeteuk shook his head slowly, though it was obvious that it wasn't that he didn't believe Kyuhyun. It was simply that it was too much for him to take in. "You're sure about this?"

"Eeteuk, I heard it from his own mouth."

"Then..." He fell silent, thinking. Kyuhyun glanced at the girl, who wasn't paying attention to their conversation whatsoever. Maybe she didn't speak Korean. She had her head bowed, hair hiding her features. Her tea was pulled up to her mouth. They needed to work out what they were going to do with her.

"What are you doing to do, Kyuhyun?" Eeteuk asked, breaking him away from his contemplation of the new arrival, into a contemplation of his options here and now. Like he hadn't been thinking of it all the way over. He still hadn't come up with an answer.

"I don't know," he said.

"You need to find out the full story," said Eeteuk firmly. "You can't just leave this as it is, Kyuhyun."

"I don't know," repeated Kyuhyun, a little louder. Then, turning his attention from Eeteuk, he addressed the girl in Mandarin. "What's your name?"

She looked up, shocked, straight into his eyes. Then she ducked her head again, blushing. "Song Qian," she mumbled.

"Your age?"

"Twenty-two."

"Why were you at the detention center? Why are you even in Korea?"

There was a spark of something in her face, something fierce and hard. "My parents sold me to a Korean man," she said. "He hurt me, so I ran away. Then they found me."

"You speak no Korean?"

She shook her head. Kyuhyun sighed. It wasn't as though that would make things especially difficult; after all, Hankyung hadn't spoke a word of Korean when he'd first turned up at Kyuhyun's door ten years earlier. It was just that Chinese ones always caused him the most amount of trouble somehow.

"I can offer you a place to stay," he said with a shrug. "We didn't save you because we wanted to, you were an accident, but I'm not going to throw you out onto the streets. I'm not sure how safe it is here, but it's a roof over your head and you'll be fed. You can stay until you get your feet, at least."

She looked shocked by such generousity, but also slightly suspicious. "You don't expect anything in return?" she asked. "The other man, he said that my parents had given me to him in order to be protected from the plague but he took things from me."

Kyuhyun shook his head. "We won't expect anything like that. Maybe later you could help us out, but I promise you, never anything like that. Your name is Song Qian? If you want, you can change that. If you didn't like the person you were before, this is your opportunity to take a new name, become someone new. You should think about it."

She nodded, looking shy. "Then -- a friend gave me a nickname once. Victoria? Would that be okay?"

"That will be fine. Eeteuk," he said, switching to Korean. "She's going to stay with us. Her name is Victoria."

Eeteuk's expression flipped from mild confusion at not understanding the conversation to astonishment at the outcome of it. He glanced at Victoria, then at Kyuhyun and said, "Fine, great. Where is she going to stay?"

"There's a spare room on the third floor," said Kyuhyun wearily. "She can stay there."

"Kyuhyun, that is a box, not a room."

"She doesn't have many things," Kyuhyun said, giving Eeteuk a challenging look. Eeteuk rolled his eyes but backed down. He picked up Kyuhyun's half-empty cup, then motioned to Victoria. She looked at Kyuhyun. "Go with Eeteuk," he said. "He'll take you to your room. Don't worry, no one will hurt you."

She nodded, mumbled another thank you. She picked up her mug then silently followed Eeteuk from the room. Eeteuk stopped at the door, turning back to look at Kyuhyun sternly. "Talk to Zhou Mi," he said. "You need to get everything straight."

"I already have everything straight," Kyuhyun said, turning away to open up a laptop. "I don't need to talk to him."

Henry took Amber to the room that he shared with Donghae in lieu of any other bright ideas. It wasn't as though Donghae was going to be there anyway, Kibum had taken him down to the surgery. Ryeowook, for some reason, followed him, standing the doorway while Henry sat Amber down on the bed and tried to get her to lift her head.

"Amber," he said, one hand against her chin ready to lift her head if she seemed as though she was ready to yield. "Amber, it's just Henry, you can look at me."

Her eyes darted up, boring pleadingly into his, before quickly back down. "Henry," she said, voice rasping. Her hands were gripping his forearms. She seemed like she was constantly on the edge of a panic attack.

"Should I get her a glass of water?" Ryeowook asked kindly, which at least explained why he was there: he just wanted to see if Henry needed any help. Henry could appreciate that, but the way Amber had flinched at his voice was worrying. Henry just nodded his head and Ryeowook disappeared from the room.

Henry sat down on the bed. An arm around her shoulders and a slight tug was all it took to have her burying her face back into his chest, holding him tightly. There was an unpleasant taste in his mouth, an anger burning in his stomach. She had been changed, almost beyond all recognition.

"What did they do to you?" he murmured, unsure of what to do and so just gently rocking her from side to side. It was then that he felt the tears seeping into his clothing. She fell asleep not long after that.

It wasn't Ryeowook who returned with the water, but Hankyung. "Yehsung arrived," he said in an undertone to not wake Amber lying on the bed. "He sent me instead."

"What about Heechul-hyung?" Henry asked, taking the water and the plate of bread and cold meat from Hankyung and putting them on the side table.

"He's asleep," Hankyung said, sitting down on the bed opposite. "They were keeping him awake there for days on end, some sort of experiment, I guess. He'll sleep forever."

Henry sat down on the bed, a hand out to stop Amber from falling into the dip. "She doesn't even look like herself," he said wonderingly. Every piece of exposed skin was covered in bruises or cuts, some healed, some healing, most fresh. Her clothes were bagging and formless, and torn in places. They hung off her hollowed out body, her joints standing out starkly through her skin. "Even her hair, it's too long. She never wore it like that."

Hankyung was silent for a moment or two. "She looks like Heechul when he came out of the center that first time," he said. "The bruising, the thinness, even the long hair. Even the look in her eye is similar." His lips quirked. "Though missing his madness, perhaps."

"How do I even begin to find out what happened to her?" Henry asked desperately. "I'm not sure I even want to know! And even if I do know, what could I possibly do to help? I can't understand it, I can't sympathise with it; Hell, I might not even be able to comfort her! What good is that?"

"You'll have to do your best," Hankyung said. "Nobody is perfect. You'll make mistakes. Don't expect her to fix herself straight away. It's taken Heechul ten years to get to an almost equilibrium, now all of that could be completely smashed apart by what has just happened to him. It will take patience on everyone's part."

"How do you cope with it?" Henry asked, anger creeping into his voice as he brushed Amber's hair away from her face. "How can you stop yourself from going out there and just killing anyone who did this to him?"

Hankyung chuckled, though he didn't sound that amused. "Henry, you know me. I've got an anger problem. I've thought about doing it hundreds of times before, even before I came to care for Heechul." He sighed, ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't go in that first time for Heechul, you know. I didn't even know him. I was looking for my brother. It was my fault that he'd been taken there and I wanted to get him out, but he was already dead by the time I arrived. I took Heechul because he shared a cell with him and I didn't want another person to die in that place." He looked at Amber like he was looking at someone in the past. "It's important to have something to distract yourself from the anger. Killing them won't change anything. Focus your attention on her."

Henry nodded slowly. "Thanks, ge," he said. Hankyung nodded his head in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything as he left the room.

Yehsung shone a light into one of Donghae's eyes, tracking the movements. Then he whistled. "Donghae, you are the luckiest goddamned bastard I've ever met," he said, taking a step back from the chair. "You've got a mild concussion, at best. How long were you out, Jesus fucking Christ?"

Donghae grinned through the oxygen mask on his face, and said something, though it was too muffled to make out. Yehsung patted him on the head. Then he turned to Kibum. "Make sure he doesn't hurt his head again. It's only mild but I don't want it turning into something worse. If he complains of a headache, give him these."

Kibum took the pills that were being pressed into his hands and nodded. "What about the oxygen?"

"Don't worry, he's not going anywhere soon. If he wants the mask off, you can let him. If he starts struggling for break, get it back on. Simple as that." Kibum nodded, eyes darting to Donghae, sprawled on the chair. "Hey," said Yehsung, drawing his attention back. "You're sure you're okay? You probably breathed in a bit of smoke yourself."

"I'm fine," said Kibum, shaking his head. "A little tired but that's just because of the stressful day, I think."

Yehsung nodded, not looking overly convinced, but left him anyway, walking to the other side of the sugery where Sungmin was calling for him. Kibum pulled up a chair next to the one Donghae was sitting at and sighed. Donghae motioned to the mask over his face and Kibum helped him gently remove it.

"What are you so upset about?" Donghae asked, his voice still a little rough. "We all got out of there safely, didn't we?"

Kibum quirked his lips. "Hyung, you've got a concussion. Siwon got shot in the foot. That's hardly safe, is it?"

"Okay, so we all got out of there alive," Donghae amended. He gave Kibum a grin, and for the first time Kibum realised that they were both absolutely filthy. It hadn't seemed that important when he'd thought Donghae was potentially dying, but now it suddenly struck him.

"You need a shower," he said.

"You came back for me," Donghae said.

The apparent non-sequitor threw Kibum for a minute. "Yes," he said, a little blankly. "Well, Sungmin wasn't going to be able to get out, was he?"

"Shindong was there. He could have saved me."

Something a little like panic was floundering around in Kibum's mind; it felt like Donghae knew too much and yet didn't know enough at the same time. He knew enough to know that Kibum going back for him meant something, and that was scary enough, that insight into Kibum's feelings. At the same time though, it didn't feel like Donghae really did know his feelings. Even that conversation in the broken house of his house; had Donghae really understood?

"Maybe I didn't trust Shindong to do a good enough job," Kibum muttered. "I think you're trying to read too much into this."

"No, I don't think I am," Donghae said. "I think you're not reading enough into it yourself. Come on, Kibum. Can we stop beating around the bush here? I'm tired of having to act like neither of us care."

Kibum raised an eyebrow, tried to play it cool. "I don't know what you mean."

"Kibum, I'm not sleeping with you just because you're good looking, okay? If that was the case, I'd be banging most of the people in this building. But I'm not, I'm banging you. And maybe some of it is because you're hot as fuck, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that I've been in love with you since pretty much the moment Kangin pulled your semi-conscious ass through the front door."

Kibum felt like the wind had been knocked out of his sails. "That's weird," was all he could manage. "I can't even remember that but I'm sure it wasn't a pleasant sight, since I was, you know, out of my mind because of the withdrawl symptoms."

"Oh, the shaking was sexy," Donghae said innocently.

Kibum snorted. There was silence. Then he said, "I'm not being quiet because I don't feel the same way. I'm just not sure what to do with the knowledge that you haven't only been banging me because of my hot body. That's quite a blow to my ego."

Donghae laughed so hard that he had to put the oxygen mask back on.

"What's up?" Yehsung asked, as Sungmin had seemed worried, but it turned out that it was just that Siwon was beginning to wake up. Siwon's eyes were fluttering open still, and Yehsung said cheerfully, "How are you feeling?"

"Megh," Siwon said, lifting a hand slowly to rub at his mouth. Every movement he made was slow and lethargic, his hand eventually dropping back to his side. He blinked at them like he wasn't sure where he was.

"What's wrong?" Sungmin hissed, gripping Siwon's hand. "He looks spaced out."

"I should think so, with the painkillers I've got him on," Yehsung said, checking Siwon's pulse and vital signs. "I'm surprised he's even awake. Some people are too stubborn for their own good."

Siwon gave himself a little shake, then attempted to struggle upright. Sungmin pushed him firmly back down. Siwon accepted that but still said, his eyes drooping, "Just my foot." His words were slurred and barely comprehensible, but they got the meaning.

"Just your foot, yeah," Yehsung said. "That and the shit load of smoke in your lungs. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be walking normally by tomorrow, that kind of stuff heals so quickly." He rolled his eyes and Sungmin glared at him. "Make sure he doesn't move."

Yehsung moved to the side of the room to wash his hands, still not liking how dirty sitting in that small room off the alley had made him feel. It hadn't been a good place to set up some sort of a doctor's office, that was for sure; there had been a distinct lack of running water, for one, not to mention that if Donghae and Siwon had turned up there, he wouldn't have had access to the oxygen that he'd managed to procure months earlier "just in case". Kyuhyun had told him that he was stupid to have flammable material in their basement. Yehsung had retorted that he, contrary to popular belief, did actually know what he was doing when it came to these things.

Key, Jonghyun and Eunhyuk weren't there. He'd sent them up to the kitchen out of his way, Jonghyun with strict instructions to give Key a tablet from the packet he pressed into his hands on the hour. Yehsung was just glad that, theoretically, entire ordeal was over. He wasn't sure he could deal with another serious injury like the ones that he'd been forced to deal with. He didn't think he had the resources any more, noting the last roll of bandages. He didn't know where he'd get new ones now that the market was out of commission.

Still, he thought, sighing and turning around to lean against the counter top, it wasn't like it was completely over. There was a chance that things could turn on them; the chips may be useless but the Institution still held power, and if they'd been able to take Heechul, then it wasn't a stretch to think that they knew about them all. That was a worry, something to play on his mind for the next couple of days, if the axe didn't fall in a matter of hours.

Then there was Heechul himself. Yehsung groaned, running a hand over his face, and then when he let his hand drop, there was a cup of coffee being held in front of him, Ryeowook smiling. He took it in a hand and, with his free hand, pulled Ryeowook towards him by the elbow. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt," he said sincerely.

"Hmm." Ryeowook curled against his side. "What's wrong? You looked like you were thinking too hard."

Yehsung nudged him with an elbow, then said, a little heavily, "No, I was just thinking about Heechul."

"Oh."

"It took him ten years to get over what happened to him the first time. It's almost as though they went for the one of us who was least likely to be able to deal with it. I'm worried that this could be enough to send him off the deep end. This isn't just abuse like it was last time, this is knowing that he killed scores of people and yet not being able to stop himself."

Ryeowook didn't say anything. Yehsung took a giant swig of coffee. "And then there's the new kid that Henry brought in," he said. "She's a walking bundle of nerves. Neurotic mess. It was bad enough dealing with one Heechul, now we've got another?"

"She's clearly not well, Yehsung," Ryeowook said in a disapproving tone, like he thought Yehsung was being too thoughtless.

"Oh, I know that. Psychological break down of some sort, brought on by the abuse. I'm just saying," -- staring into his coffee -- "trying to get Heechul off a destructive streak took so long, I'm not sure any of us is capable of helping someone else through it."

There was silence between them, until Eeteuk walked into the room, looking grim and tired. "Kyuhyun's calling a meeting," he said. "Anyone who isn't suffering life threatening injuries has to be there."

"Is this about the stunt he pulled with the chips?" Yehsung asked, draining off his coffee and place his cup down on the counter behind him.

Eeteuk shook his head. "No," he said simply.

"Okay, first of all, where's Heechul?"

Hankyung shrugged, lazing casually on a chair. The difference in his countenance since they'd managed to get Heechul was remarkable. "He's sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up."

"I'm surprised you could tear yourself away," Kyuhyun said sarcastically, more than a little unwarranted; glances were exchanged amongst them. Hankyung just shrugged again, the look he gave Kyuhyun somewhat cool. Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes but moved on. "Okay, second, and I wanted Heechul here to hear this, but I guess Hankyung can just pass it on, I know why they took him."

"Why?" Kangin asked immediately.

Kyuhyun tapped his keyboard then swivelled the screen so they can see. "Their database is fucked up thanks to the erasure of the chip data. I was able to hack in relatively easily. Turns out that they could have taken any of us, if we'd been in the right place at the right time."

"So, it wasn't that Heechul was a target?"

"No. Since they knew all about us anyway, it was just a case of getting at one of us. It was a plot to take us down from within. Looks like they were planning on using one of us to kill off all the contacts we had and get the underground community to turn against us, in turn creating distrust amongst us so that we'd no longer be a viable threat."

Kibum, who had been reading the report that Kyuhyun had pulled up, whistled through his teeth. "That's a very well put together plan," he said.

"They weren't counting on us being too clever to fall for it," said Shindong, grinning.

"No," said Kyuhyun thoughtfully, "that's not what happened, is it? Because we did fall for it. Until I saw that video of Heechul scratching his neck, I thought he'd betrayed us too. It almost worked."

Ryeowook was frowning. "Kyuhyun," he said, "what did you mean by 'they knew all about us'? I thought the whole point was that no one knew who we were once the chips were out."

Kyuhyun was still, lips pulled into a thin line. They heard Eeteuk sigh and realised that he must know already. "What?" Kangin asked. "What is it?"

"We had a betrayer," Kyuhyun said.

There was a long stretch of silence. He saw them all glance at each other, sizing each other up, trying to work out who it was, which almost made him laugh out loud because hadn't that been the whole point of putting the chip in Heechul? Only Eeteuk stared at the floor; Kyuhyun could see Kangin looking at him curiously, the unwilling doubt playing on his face.

"Who is missing," Kyuhyun said flatly after a moment or two.

Heads turned, passing over faces. "Heechul," said Shindong, "and...Zhou Mi."

Every face turned in his direction, staring at him. He wanted to hit everyone of them. It felt like they were judging him, every single one of them, for not knowing that Zhou Mi was the traitor in their midst.

"Kyuhyun," said Hankyung seriously, leaning forward, "it's not Zhou Mi, is it?"

Kyuhyun shut his eyes, so that he wouldn't have to deal with their reaction, and nodded. Their voices broke out, spilling over one another into an incoherent jumble in which it was impossible to pick anything out. In the end Eeteuk slammed his hand down on the table and stood up, which caused silence to fall.

"You can't just leave it at that," he said, glaring at Kyuhyun. "There's more to it than that, Kyuhyun."

"Is there?" Sungmin asked, looking at Kyuhyun; he looked doubtful. "Kyuhyun? You can't just give us part of the story."

Halting a lot, Kyuhyun told them about what happened in the back of the van as the detention center was set alight. He stood up a few times, walking around the room, as if that would stop the stone from settling at the pit of his stomach. He could see the doubt falling from their faces, replaced by a strange expression that was disbelief tempered by the knowledge that he was telling them the truth.

"But--" said Sungmin when he was finished.

"I don't want to talk about it," Kyuhyun said, striding to the door and slamming it behind him. No one followed him, presumably too shocked to even think about it. He paused outside the door, then turned and headed for the kitchen, and from there, to the movie room.

There was no sound from inside the room. He assumed that Zhou Mi was asleep, which made him slump against the door, unsure about whether he should laugh or cry and feeling as though crying was going to win out.

There was a tentative knock at the door; Kyuhyun jumped forward as the door handle was jiggled, pushed down by an invisible hand. "Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi asked through the door. "Kui Xian, is that you?"

Kyuhyun stayed still, deadly still, practically holding his breath. The handle was tried a couple more times, and then, having had no response, Zhou Mi subsided and there was still silence again.

Kyuhyun slid down the wall and sat staring, blankly, at the door, but Zhou Mi didn't say anything else all night.