Back in the room they shared for the sake of space, Maya Pentecost, head Caregiver and representative for those who oversaw the children and education, sat in her cot, watching North.

"You're overthinking this," Maya said in her quiet, gentle way. "Someone capable enough to oversee the transition is here in Ironwood." She pulled on a strand of her brown curly hair, then pushed it out of her well-lined face. "If you're so bothered, why not just make it a purely Round Table decision?"