It always smells bad by the latrines, but at least at night there usually isn't a line to use them. Edgar finishes as fast as he can and starts making his way back, through the rows and rows of sleeping people.

Mostly sleeping. He hears a whispered argument somewhere, and a baby crying, and what might be a grownup crying or might be two grownups doing the nevermind-thing; it's hard to tell just from the sound of it.