She keeps watching him, all hunted animal wrapped in the corner like it might afford him safety if he curled himself up smaller. He's hers, now, she knows, looking at him. Whatever that meant in the future. He's in here in part for her even if he insisted on otherwise. Hers to look after. Just like Devi, just like Galahad and Tesla. Maine, Miles, Beth.

"Do you want to know what it is?"