He had a lot to be depressed about, but no time for it. "Cheer up, sad sack," Nye said behind him. "Does your neck still hurt from being a hybrid's chew toy?" "No. It's fine." That was last night's excitement. Tonight, they stood in the apartment that had once housed the Six and it already had a different feel about it. This place had been claimed for another purpose now. Hybrid Revolution HQ. He'd won the Three's trust and they were all finally together in the apartment below, brought up to speed and waiting for the next move. Whatever that would be. Truth was, he missed Aya. He wondered what she was doing, where she was. If she'd found it in herself to go home and face her past. He hoped so. Of course he missed the life he'd tried to forge back in Louisiana and his brother, Sam, but that was a dream still somewhere in the future…if they had a future. "You look like you need a beer," Nye said, opening the refrigerator. "And it's a Christmas miracle. There's still a six pack in here." They sat together at the kitchen table, drinking in silence.
