“Oh my god,” Tim hisses under his breath. How fucking obtuse do you have to - “The ones George sold her memories to get for us. Those ones. You been taking those at all, or are you still in denial?”

Here he thought they’d been making progress. Thought maybe they could get somewhere. What a fucking joke that’s turned out to be, huh? Who were either of them kidding, thinking they could make an inch of progress without one or both of them backtracking a mile?