John paced the small room. The flat was a single room above a Chinese takeout. Small, cramped, with nothing more than a bed and bathroom. He hated it, but it served its purpose; he had picked it because he hated it. The idea was to be hard to find, and who would look for one of the richest men in the world, an astronaut with several books to his name, here?
The only possible way he could be found would be Eos—she knew his habits, the way he thought, but he didn't plan to be here long. Just until he had spoken to Naunet. They would talk and then he could find somewhere else. Somewhere truly secure. Safe.
They would be hunting for him. Searching and when they found him…
He dreaded to think about it. This may be a dream, may be untrue, but he didn't know what would happen if he died. It could get him out, but it could also spell his end.
He couldn't risk that.
Not yet.
He had to wait until 7pm, then he would call her and demand to know what to do now.
This had been her idea, and now he needed a new plan.