32 A Flying Visit

Part Three in which Rockwell comes into his own

第三部分 洛克威尔找到了属于自己的天地

32 A Flying Visit Right, I'll be off then," said Rockwell to Peanut, Little-Bit and Doodle as they stood in the storeroom at the top of the Spire. "Say goodbye to the others for me and, well, look after yourselves." Then he turned the graphite door handle, opened the illustrated door and walked through, pulling it shut behind him. And just like that, he was back in his bedroom on the seventh floor of Morse Tower. "Rocky, is that you?" It was his mother, calling from the kitchen having heard the door close.

32 匆匆造访 “好了，我该走啦。”洛克威尔对花生、小不点和嘟嘟说，几人正站在尖塔顶端的储藏室里。 “帮我跟其他人道别，还有，照顾好你们自己。” 接着他转动石墨门把手，推开这扇画出来的门走了进去，随手关上了身后的门。 就这么一眨眼，他回到了莫尔斯塔七楼自己的卧室里。 “洛基，是你吗？” 是他的妈妈，听见门关上的声响，从厨房喊了过来。

"Hi, Mum! Yes, it's me," he replied. "Sorry. I, er, just dropped something. His mind was racing. He couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Had he really left Chroma and his friends, just as the celebrations were about to start? It had all escalated so quickly. One minute he was explaining his worries about 67 to Peanut, the next she was drawing a door for him to walk through and leave the city. He took a deep breath and attempted to gather his thoughts. He asked himself the same question he always asked himself when facing a problem: what would Luke Skywalker do in this situation? The answer was always the same: he would search his feelings. So, Rockwell did exactly that. He thought carefully about everything that 67 had said and done, replaying every incident in his mind. Had his suspicions about 67 arisen just because they'd insulted him, like Peanut had said? Was Rockwell's insecurity colouring his judgement? Was he jealous, maybe? He considered everything carefully and concluded that the answer to all of these questions was "no'. In fact, he was now doubly sure that there was something suspicious about that RAZER's behaviour. He looked back at the illustrated door. The graphite handle had just started to crumble, the fine silvery powder drifting slowly down to the carpet.

“嗨，妈妈！ 是我，没错。”他回答道。 “抱歉。 我，呃，只是掉了点东西。 他脑子里思绪飞转。 他简直不敢相信刚刚发生的一切。 他真的在庆典就要开始的时候，抛下克罗马和朋友们离开了吗？ 一切都发生得太快了。 前一分钟他还在跟花生说自己对67的担忧，下一分钟她就画了一扇门让他穿出去离开这座城市。 他深吸一口气，努力理清自己的思绪。 他问了自己那个遇到难题时总会问的问题：这种情况下卢克·天行者会怎么做？ 答案永远都一样：他会探寻内心的感受。 于是，洛克威尔就照着这么做了。 他仔细回想了67的一言一行，把每件事都在脑子里重新过了一遍。 他怀疑67，真的像花生说的那样，只是因为对方侮辱了他吗？ 是不是洛克威尔的不安影响了他的判断？ 说不定，他是在嫉妒？ 他仔细斟酌了所有问题，得出结论：所有这些问题的答案都是"不"。 实际上，他现在比之前更确定，那个雷泽的行为疑点重重。 他回头看向那扇画出来的门。 石墨门把手已经开始碎裂，细细的银粉正慢慢飘落到地毯上。

It's now or never, Rockwell thought. "Mum, I'm just nipping out," he shouted. "OK, darling! Make sure you're back in time for tea," she replied. One hour in the real world was worth twenty-four in Chroma, so Rockwell knew he still had plenty of time before dinner. He grabbed the remains of the graphite handle and turned it. To his relief, the latch clicked. He pushed open the door just as it started disintegrating and stepped through. Back into Chroma.

机不可失，洛克威尔想。 “妈妈，我出去一会儿！”他大声喊道。 “好的，亲爱的！ 一定要准时回来吃晚饭哦。”她回应道。 现实世界一小时相当于克罗马的二十四小时，所以洛克威尔知道，离晚饭还有很多时间。 他抓住剩下的半截石墨门把手，转动了它。 让他松了口气的是，锁闩咔哒一声开了。 就在门开始散架的时候，他推开门跨了进去。 回到了克罗马。