What's going on? Nida's hands grip the counter a bit tighter, white knuckled.

One choice at a time, Billy had told him. That's how you move on. That's how you live a life you've never been in control of before.

"I'm lost," Nida whispers. "I don't know what I'm doing, I was trained as an infil op. Long term things like this? I've got a cover. I've got a goal. I know I am not going to stay connected to the people around me. And now it's all different. I have to figure it all out on my own. And it's not working. I've managed... I've managed to let myself connect to three people here. A month and a half and this is it. The point where I mark down number three."