Six, now.

Five to six was the longest stretch yet. Hours of the same patient jacking in, and for a long while the number just sat there and wouldn't move.

Then it moved.

The rungs keep getting taller. I don't mind. Two hundred and forty-seven pieces on the shelf already, and somewhere above me a whole other tier of rare is waiting.

Slow is fine. Slow still arrives.

Back to the glow.