Striped gym shorts, made from material once used for curtains in every September house, lay conspicuously at the top of the pack slung across her shoulders. Under the shorts were a warm wool sweater, a pink electronic blanket, a loaf of bread made from the white flour that the Systems Operator brought back from the city once a month, a bottle of drinking water, a round cardboard box of foil-wrapped triangular cheese, and a printout of the map that she had found on her father's machine by carefully circumventing the protections she had watched him set up and repair.