Chapter 85

Chapter Eighty-Five

After sending Elise after the missing files, Connor plopped down in the galley and started on his first cup of water. He needed to work his way through a liter as part of the recovery, so he didn’t pay much attention to the flavor.

Just get it done, he thought.

From the way the modest-sized room smelled, he wasn’t the only one fighting a hangover. There wasn’t much that could be done about the human body: When you drank alcohol, the processed elements were disposed of through urine and sweat, and the odor was distinctive.

Yemi wandered through at one point, but he didn’t do more than wave after gulping down a meal of yam and vegetable paste. At least that smelled pleasant.

By the end of the liter, the water had taken on a taste Connor couldn’t ignore, like it was stagnant. That sometimes meant a bad filter.

Repair work never stopped.