Daniel couldn’t shake the feeling of unease he’d had since his conversation with Valentine. The chill nothingness of the anchorage made it impossible to do anything more than simply exist, and he could feel his will to do even that seeping out of him as the slow hours ticked by. He had tried to make small talk with Jesse when she’d first appeared that morning, but her face stayed hard and tense, as though their conversation of the day before had never happened.