Andy was too keyed up to sleep, and the light coming through the window showed that morning had come. He tried the contact the Dodger had left him, but couldn’t get a meet set up for another day. He spent a restless day cruising through the data he’d taken, looking for something—anything—that offered a way to understand what had happened to him. When he discovered that the watcher set on his file was supposed to deliver to a military data-drop, he understood that there was too much he didn’t know. He needed more data, but he wasn’t ready to go hunting it until he felt more secure. That night he got a little more sleep, but only a little.