I accompanied Sasha to the detainment room where Stone was being held and interrogated. Apparently, he was annoyingly stubborn in any reality.

“You really think you can get him to talk?” I asked Sasha.

She shrugged. “I think it is our best option. He might be surprised when he finds out I have my memories from the last timeline, enough to let something slip.”

“I don’t like the idea of you talking to him. He’s such an ass.”

Sasha ...