“Room 309!” Lyon's phone buzzed on his way out, Martins watching keenly. He took the phone out and sighed as if he knew it was Wendy.

He climbs the car as Martins rode off, at intervals, through the mirror, Martins could see how uneasy Lyon was but still maintaining his high esteem.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Martins asked, wondering if he asked right, but seemed to care less.

“Do what?” Lyon said, raising a brow.

Martins swallowed the lump in his throat, it was a lost conversation already.

“Can you be a little faster? We'll stop by at the office after this, I don't want to...