"We're going home on Monday," Tom said, with the desperate, unwavering conviction of true believer, like he'd boiled the whole world down to that one simple truth.

"Lets see what his blabbing can do before then."

His shoulders sagged and he looked immeasurably tired. He gave Mike a fleeting, exhausted grin.

"Aurora, huh?" He stretched, holstering his gun. "We better get moving."