Sam shook his head sadly. Such suspicion of people who had done nothing to deserve it wasn’t like him, or so he had once thought. How much he had changed since leaving Renraku. Some of the differences were good. He felt stronger and more capable than ever before and was in better shape, too. But he had grown cynical and continued to do things he would never even have contemplated as little as two years ago. Here he was, a shadowrunning shaman searching for the Ghost Dance Prophet. He wondered what his father would have thought of that. He knew what his mother would have thought. She’d have been horrified. Sometimes Sam thought that was the proper reaction.