They were gathered in the spacious, nearly bare loft Chase had rented for use as their base of operations. Cara, still suffering painful withdrawal from her chip addiction, was asleep in one of the adjoining rooms. Dancing Flame, a teammate of Janey's whom Chase had never met before, had used magic to induce in her what the Amerindian shaman hoped would be a healing sleep. Cara did seem to be improving, but the psycho-physiological war going on inside her body was taking its toll on her health. Dancing had told Chase that he feared Cara's acceptance of the cyberware in her body had helped the chip addiction gain its foothold and was making it harder for her to shake it off. Chase accepted that and trusted the shaman. He'd shared a life with someone of that point of view for years before she was torn from him.