Mason

After nine hours on the road, King is knocked out cold. Niko lies beside him, flipping through the TV channels with that blank look he gets when he's thinking too much.

I'm at the window, AR-15 within reach, peeking through the blinds at the empty parking lot below.

Alyssa's been in the shower for over thirty minutes now.

Probably crying again.

She's not handling the separation from Zuri well.

None of us are.

But her? She hasn't stopped crying ...