"The quiet of my apartment has me back. I stand at the open window, smoking, staring into the night. Cars drive by, I hear sirens in the distance. The kids are still outside, not minding the rain. My place feels so cold, so empty. Something is missing. Someone. Someone is missing.
What was I thinking, letting someone that much into my life? I have so many problems I can’t drag someone into this.[...] I rub my eyes with one hand. Somehow the smoke is very stingy tonight.
I need to concentrate. I have work to do. I need to find out what my brother was up to. I need to find out what’s going on with these cyberware things. I can’t idle around…"