"That's all for now," Don thought to himself as he realized his new ally in this world knew almost every move he was making, while he knew very little about them. He sighed, looking at his desk, which now had a plate of food on it. He began to eat in silence.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Amanda and Samantha were still chatting in the kitchen. Amanda was leaning against the island, occasionally picking snacks from a plate and eating them as she listened to Samantha, who stood with her arms crossed, looking worried.
"I don't know, Amanda," Samantha began. "I know they were bad people, but taking a life is huge, and it may affect him going forward. Maybe I should have him see a therapist." She sighed and shook her head. "I just don't know."
