Somewhere in the dark office there was the clicking of a computer mouse, and only a small, not very bright glow that came from the computer screen lit up the space around him.

Harris's decision to throw his alternate version into his own reality had now backfired on him, and now he had to sit for hours, or even days, behind papers and mathematical levels to calculate everything down to the smallest detail, and create a portal.

The computer made his eyes ache, but he couldn't stop working. If you decide to do something, do it to the end, even if it's to your own detriment, even if no one notices it.

Somewhere in the back of the scientist's mind, there was a small hope that someone really cared about him. Although, why would John even hope for that? The boy was just a small part of a larger mechanism by which Jodah would get his Lo back. His. His Lo. And when would Davey ever have someone to call his own? Probably never. Not a given. Of course, who'd be friends with a man who thinks he's superior on all fronts? But the guy can't help it, that's just the way he is.