No doors in the community were locked, ever. None that Jonas knew of, anyway.
His face cut through the frigid air as he began the descent, moving through the substance called snow on the vehicle called sled, which propelled itself on what he now knew without doubt to be
runners. Comprehending all of those things as he sped downward, he was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him.
“It hurt a
lot,” Jonas said, “but I’m glad you gave it to me. It was interesting. And now I understand better, what it meant, that there would be pain.” The man didn’t respond. He sat silently for a second.