He looked at the geometry book—which they’d managed to get halfway through—and frowned. It had seemed like such a good plan while he was sitting at home, yet both of them were struggling with the book, and to what real purpose? Some general had said that no plan survived first contact with the enemy, and he couldn’t agree more—even if Lyra wasn’t the enemy. The book on the solar system had fallen flat; he’d gotten more use out of Dick and Jane. 