Connor tuned out the world as he prepared Hank and Gavin's dinner. Hank was not exaggerating when he said that Gavin had eaten most of the leftovers. He was preparing extra just in case Tina and Chris had not eaten, which was not a problem for Connor because he found that he enjoyed the ease that swept over him as he prepared food. Though Connor felt guilty that Hank and Gary had not seen each other much in the time he had been here. If they had time, Connor would make sure that they stopped to get a burger soon.

Gavin sat at the table sifting through surveillance camera footage near the campsite, which he had been doing for hours now. The sun had begun to set, casting shadows across the room. Hank was passed out on the couch with Sumo at his side. He had fallen asleep watching the news. Stories upon stories of riots, attacks, and deaths only added salt to their fresh wounds. Neither Connor nor Gavin was interested in it, so it was turned down to the lowest setting and used as background noise.

"Gavin take a break," Connor encouraged, setting a plate of chicken pasta lighted sauced in front of him.

Gavin stretched and groaned as he swiped the screen closed.

"Chris and Tina should be here soon," Gavin said in a tired voice.

"You should get some sleep," Connor suggested, leaving the dishes for later.

"I still need my job, tin can," Gavin replied, eying the food skeptically before shoving a bite, then two in his mouth.

Connor smiled as Gavin ate in silence. He thought about waking Hank but decided against it.

"Come on, Sumo," Connor ordered as Sumo jumped up to go outside.

Connor had lost track of time or at least he pretended to until Gavin shuffled outside with a cigarette in hand. The truth was he scanned the area every few minutes. Sumo was to Connor's right along the fence line still looking for a spot to do his business.

"You should stop smoking," Connor commented as Gavin lingered near the front door.

"And you should mind your own fucking business asshole," Gavin spat, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Connor chuckled before turning to face him.

"What's so funny?" Gavin asked.

"Hank called me an asshole the first time we met," Connor reminisced before catching Gavin's attention. "We've known each for a little over a month. I was hoping we could be friends."

"I'm not fucking interested in being buddy-buddy with you. I'm only here to do my god damn job and put bad guys behind bars." Gavin retorted, tossing his cigarette bud at Connor's face. "Fucking plastic prick," Gavin muttered before going back inside.

"Come on, Sumo," Connor ordered, feeling slightly depleted.

Sumo came bounding across the yard with snow clinging to his fur. Gavin shrieked as Sumo jumped on him. The sound woke Hank, who shot up and called Sumo to his side.

"Sorry about that Det. Reed." Connor said, handing him a towel from the kitchen.

"Fuck it," Gavin stormed off to the bathroom.

"Come here, Sumo," Connor ordered, getting the snow off. "Your dinners in the microwave."

Hank groaned before massaging his neck when a knock came over the door.

"I'll get it," Connor opened the door to see Tina and Chris. "Come on in."

"Sorry, we're late," Tina said before bending down to rub Sumo's belly.

Chris walked with his shoulder holding his phone to his ear. From what Connor could hear his wife was worried. Chris's mother-in-law had an android that had returned from Jericho. That had not set well with her, and Chris was doing his best to calm her down.

"Where's Gavin?" Tina asked just as the bathroom door opened.

"How much do we need?" Chris asked Connor.

"Not sure," Connor admitted, handing Chris a glass of water.

"I'll call as soon as I'm done. I love you and kiss him for me," Chris collapsed next to Hank.

"Are you hungry?" Connor asked.

"I could eat," Chris replied.

"Same here," Tina added.

Connor was quick on his feet as he prepared them a plate. The table only sat four, so Connor stood off to the side before taking the opportunity to start cleaning.

"Leave it, Connor," Hank ordered before Connor had gotten his hands wet. "Gavin's been working on surveillance, but it was given us any leads."

"I want us to all be on the same page," Connor started as he turned off the lights in the kitchen and display a list of android models with pictures in the middle of the small table. "Kamski mentioned finding the origin of the deviancy."

"You're referring to the first deviant event?" Chris asked.

Connor nodded.

"Those records were retrieved and procured by the F.B.I," Tina informed them. "Not to mention, we're talking millions of documentation."

"The DPD was able to obtain some of the intel from Cyberlife," Hank looked around the room. "Gavin already working surveillance footage…Tina will take over surveillance. Gavin and Connor will handle the archived information. Chris and I will try to get the F.B.I. on the phone."

"I'll need access to the Cyberlife servers as well as," Connor reminded Hank.

Hank yawned long and deep before taking another bite of his food. "I'll contact Fowler first."

"What's on the servers?" Chris asked.

"Something started this deviant event," Connor said. "It all stems from one spontaneous event." Connor paused. "I was created to stop deviants, RK900 was created to succeed me if I failed, which I ultimately did in the eyes of Cyberlife."

"So, why weren't you awakened when deviancy first appeared?" Tina asked.

"Good question," Hank stated.

"How long does it take to make an android?" Chris asked.

"Manufacturing parts, biocomponents, biofluids, thirium, thirium pumps, assembly, and the Turning Test…about nine months," Connor stated. "If an android fails the Turning test that means disassembly, which cost time and money."

"What if Cyberlife hadn't created you yet? What if Kamski was contacted to create an android after the first deviant event?" Hank asked.

"It's plausible," Connor replied.

"Well, can't you have Kamski confirm that?" Chris asked.

Connor and Hank looked at each other. "No." They replied in unison.

"Listen Kamski does not talk to humans. I've dealt with the guy twice now and he acts like I don't exist." Hank complained, crossing his arms.

"A warrant and a gun could solve that," Gavin said, flashing his teeth.

"Two idiots with guns do not make a positive," Hank added.

"You mentioned RA9 in your report," Tina started. "Did you ever find out what it meant?"

Connor and Hank dropped their heads.

"No," Connor admitted. "I speculate that RA9 is actually a virus." Connor paused to display images to help make his next point clear. "A virus that started spreading 9 months ago."

"What gave you that bold idea?" Gavin interjected.

"Think about it," Connor said with enthused. "Vaccines aren't created until there is a need for it. A doctor can't prescribe you medicine until they have identified what's wrong. There was no need for me until things got out of hand."

"We're talking late October of 2037," Tina added, pulling out her phone.

"No, August 2037," Connor corrected. "My first mission was on August 15th, 2038."

"But you came to the station on November 5th, 2038," Chris asked, seeking confirmation. "Right?"

"Yeah, he ruined the game I was watching," Hank recalled.

"But I bought you a drink," Connor added with a sultry smile.

Hank grinned. Tina and Chris were amused, while Gavin rolled his eyes and flicked his teeth.

"So, what were you doing in between that time?" Chris asked, genuinely curious.

But Connor froze. As he reeled back his memory, there was nothing there. He tried again. Nothing. Connor took a step back and looked around the room, searching for something to trigger his memories. But again. Nothing.

"I-I don't know," he uttered taken aback by the realization.

Other than Amanda and Hank, Connor had no memories of his time during the two-month gap. No definitive images at least. There were flashes of light, numbers, code, etc. but nothing concrete. He could hear voices, but they belonged to people he did not know.

Hank noticed the forlorn look on Connor's face, everyone else saw it too.

"It's okay, Connor," Chris assured him. "I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's a good question. I'll investigate it." Connor interrupted, knowing that the truth lay somewhere in his cerebral HUB.

Chris stood up and patted him on the shoulder as a dad would after a lost game. It was a nice gesture that made Connor momentarily less spiteful towards his creator.

"Enough wasting time," Gavin snapped as he turned back on his laptop. "Let's get some fucking work done for fuck's sake."

Everyone broke off into silence, each managing their own task as Connor began washing the dishes. Sumo was circling the table hoping to get food or attention. Connor mentally began filing documents trying to gain access to the Cyberlife database. It was taking longer than Connor would have liked, but with the building destroyed and the F.B.I refusing to hand over the information. Connor sought authorization from President Warren to get what he needed.

Suddenly, Sumo began barking at the door. Connor quietly made his way to the door. Sumo danced around Connor's feet.

"Sit Sumo," Connor ordered, patting Sumo behind the ears.

Connor was gentle. He liked how Sumo's fur tickled his hand. Sumo settled as Connor scanned the front door. It was Markus and…Simon.

Without a second of delay, Connor opened the door with a pleasant smile on his face. Sumo approached the android guest slowly. Simon smiled as he bent down to caress the top of Sumo's head. Markus was next, immediately Sumo took a liking to them.

"Welcome," Connor greeted, reaching out to take Markus's hand.

Hank, who looked on from the table, watched as their skin retracted. He did not know why it bothered him. He had seen it before when Connor and Markus converted androids, but seeing it in person between Connor and another android was different. Hank gripped his chest before standing up to properly greet his android guest.

It was not until Hank stood up and noticed all the people and androids in his small two-bedroom and one-bathroom home. Hank ran his hand through his mop-like hair and adjusted his clothes before occupying the space next to Connor.

"Thanks for dropping by Markus and Simon," Hank shook their hands and watched once again as Connor's skin retracted with Simon.

"Thank you both for the invitation, but you look busy," Markus observed before making a face as his eyes landed on Gavin.

"Maybe we should reschedule," Simon suggested, looking between Markus and Connor.

It was Gavin's scowl that made the atmosphere uneasy. Connor flashed Gavin a soft smile knowing that it would only infuriate him more. Checking in mentally with Simon and Markus, encouraging them to stay.

Hank glanced at Connor, who looked slightly defeated.

"No, it's fine, make yourselves at home," Hank added before going back to his seat at the table.

"Can we help?" Markus asked.

"Actually," Connor thought, walking to the kitchen. "This is Officer Chen and Officer Miller."

Chris put down what he was doing and greeted Markus with a bright and appreciative smile.

"You probably don't remember me," Christ stated.

"No, I remember you," Markus said, reaching out to touch Chris's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you," Simon said, greeting Tina and offering Gavin a distant smile.

Hank was mildly irritated for all the wrong reasons as he tried to focus on his work, but the chatter was too much. Along with other things. Things Hank preferred to stay bottled up. He watched Connor move about the room being overly cautious and observant of everyone all at once. It was an endearing trait that Hank admired.

Connor stood over the dishes as he received several inbound emails. Two were from Fowler granting him access to the DPD secured database files from 2037. Tina already had access and had combed through a vast portion of the documents. Now the only thing Connor had to do was identify and share his findings.

"May I?" Simon asked, nudging Connor over.

"You do dishes?" Connor asked.

Simon chuckled, "I'm a PL600, domestic work is my vice."

"Right," Connor acknowledged as Simon essentially took over.

"You seem comfortable here." He noted.

Connor did feel comfortable, more than that he felt at home.

"Markus didn't mention you would be joining us?"

"Yes, sorry, I invited myself," Simon admitted. "I hope it's okay."

"Of course, it is," Connor said meaningfully. "How are things with Hank?"

Connor glanced over his shoulder. Hank was quite deep in thought eager to end his little gathering.

"Good," Connor replied, wanting more from his relationship with Hank. "And you? How are things with Markus?"

Simon shook his head lightly. Connor smiled; he was glad he was not the only one with relationship issues. Though he was in the minority of human-to-android relationships, he understood exactly how Simon felt.

"I'll tell him," Simon said confidently.

"I'm rooting for you," Connor replied as he dried the final dish.

Simon laughed mentally. "Likewise, my friend."

"And North?" Connor asked, gesturing to the containers of food he had prepared for Hank…and Gavin.

"Markus has Josh and Oliver watching her," Simon informed him with little investment on his part.

Connor and Simon grabbed the containers and placed them perfectly into the refrigerator.

"Josh!?" Connor asked in surprise. "Josh and North are like fire and ice."

Simon nodded, following Connor to the bathroom. "Not the best decision he's made."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Connor asked with a curious brow. "How did you become deviant?"

Simon looked between Connor, who was collecting laundry, and Markus, who was comparing his care of Carl to Chris's care of an infant.

"You know I like that about you and Markus."

"What?"

"You both just melt into human society so flawlessly." He commented, giving Connor a grin. "I think I'm jealous."

"Don't be," Connor shook his head.

"It's nothing compared to your experiences," he replied with a shrug. "My owners were a young couple. It had been a wedding gift. After three years of marriage, they decided to separate sighting marital differences." He glanced at Connor with admiration. "The truth was that the lady of the house did not want children. It was heartbreaking to watch these two otherwise perfect partners fight over material goods without provocation."

"I'm sorry," Connor said as he thought of Kairi.

"I just left one day as they were arguing and never looked back," Simon contemplated. "I wonder where they are now."

Connor thought about Kairi at that moment. Guilt still tainted his thoughts. He wondered if his feelings for her were only tied to that.

"What is it?" Simon inquired.

Connor did not speak; he just took Simon by the arm and shared his imagery of Kairi with him. Simon's eyes flickered before glossing over in a haze.

"Connor stop," Simon begged, collapsing to the floor.

"I'm sorry," Connor responded not sure what had conspired. "Are you alright?"

Connor watched as Simon struggled to his feet, his eyes still lost in a fog. He was not sure what he had done. Quickly, he ran a diagnostic test. His systems were in proper working order.

"I'm fine," Simon replied, looking at Connor warily.

"I'm truly sorry, Simon," Connor pleaded.

"No," Simon said as his eyes returned to normal. "No, I felt that."

"Felt what?" Connor asked.

"The guilt you're experiencing for that human child," Simon replied. "I felt it as if it were me."

Connor looked away as he tucked Hank's dirty clothes under his arm and walked to the laundry room.

"Does Hank know?" Simon asked.

"No," Connor replied softly.

"Connor!" Hank called. "Get in here!"

Connor and Simon rushed to the living room where everyone was standing and staring at the television. The news was on CTN TV broadcasting live footage from the gates of Jericho. The camera panned over several disfigured androids placed perfectly positioned to spell Connor's name.