Carter lay back. The walkie-talkie was glitching—a PA was asking for Michelle’s status, someone else was responding with the code for bathroom break. They found ways to amuse themselves, the crew: their different codes for different genres of activity. Ten-one and ten-two, those were self-explanatory. Ten-three was the crew’s invention for a possible jerk-off situation. Ten-ten, they used back in the day, thinking Carter didn’t notice. Ten-ten meant he was on one of his benders, unresponsive to their knocks on the trailer door or the increasing static from his walkie and the shouts to open up.