"Thank you." Folding his hands, Connor merely sat quietly. Assuming what everyone said was true--and there had been no evidence to say otherwise--then he was doing much the same back in Detroit. There was a temptation to enter stasis, but it was nothing but a time sink without Amanda to consult. Another impulse was telling him to return his feeble search for the Lieutenant just to cling to some sense of direction.

No, the only thing left to do at that moment was sit. Think. Wait. Watch.