It was like a bad case of deja vu, Falcon thought. Sly jacking in, doing . . . something. And then all hell breaking loose around her, with him afraid to jack her out before she was ready. Afraid not to jack her out, because the woman-plus-cyberdeck combination—tied to the wall, to the phone jack, and from there to the Matrix—limited their options so much. He didn’t understand what she was doing, not really. And the not understanding made it all worse.