Jack pulled up to the national exchange center with his unmarked pod. He stopped in the travel center to relieve himself and grabbed a bag of potato chips. He didn't really notice the taste as he absently popped them into his mouth on the way back to the pod. He stopped mid-step as he noticed a person standing next to the pod he just left.

He eyed her warily. Her hair was short and dark. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. She leaned against his pod with arms crossed and a bag at ...