Tomorrow was Thanksgiving and he should be on a plane to New Mexico and not thinking whether his body would survive another night with Sam Hanna. He thought he was fit before getting here, but this had nothing to do with fit. This training pushed you to the limit and then demand some more. It was bad, but it was also good, because it didn't give Troy the time to think about tomorrow.
At lunch, he was going over the notes from the morning classes, another way to keep occupied and he barely noticed when the woman approached. Troy stood up as she spoke to him. "Yes, it's Troy, and you're Tyra, right?" he said offering her his hand. "And, sure, I'd love the company."