Lance took the satellite phone into the bathroom with him and shut the door. Most likely, he wanted some privacy so he could talk to Kara without being overheard, but for some reason, his actions still annoyed me. Shouldn’t we be out here making plans? Or maybe he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and just expected us to follow orders when the time came.
Following orders might not be so bad. At least that way, I wouldn’t have to think.
I climbed onto one of the beds and took the TV remote from the nightstand. Michael looked up briefly as I started flipping through the channels, and I almost thought he was going to tell me to turn the TV off again. Then he gave the smallest of nods, as if understanding that I needed the sound from the television the same way he needed the words of the bo
