He never thought this day would come. A couple of months back he even hoped he'd get to stay, but as time moved on that hope turned into a slow, soul-killing dread — they're never leaving. And now here they are, even if he's far too cautious to actually believe this will end well. The possibility is there, in this place where the unexpected is the most common outcome, but the variables are too unknown.
There's a restlessness in him as he paces the sector, an anxiety about what happens next — will he remember? Or will he forget all about this? A bigger question is which outcome he'd prefer, if they really do go home, and how much he'd try to change the outcome if he does remember. Will he call Nathan? Will he move on from Maeve, or is he simply returning right back into the worst moment of his life, or - another sobering thought - are they dropping him off at the dinnerparty at Rossi, the taste of red wine lingering in his mouth, a year and a half ahead of him that he could maybe change..?
He doesn't know, and so Reid paces. Time drags on. 426 240 minutes. 426 241 minutes. 426 242 minutes... ]