The next day dragged like a millennium. Our bait suffered when nothing was caught, but whatever snagged the lines kept getting a free meal. The nets didn't help, because the fish weren't high enough to sweep under. I had the pistol handy, it contained a familiar feel, resting on my person. Ramses monitored the AR-15 like his life depended on it, he even slept with it, still waiting for the stragglers to come around.

Hoover entered the 'unsure' zone, despite his memory coming ...