Nathan's voice was the last that she had expected to hear, and as she turned to look at him, she was more than surprised by the sheer laxity of his appearance. Back? Back from where? What was he talking about? And why was he dressed like that? The sheer bafflement in her expression as she looked over at her eldest son was more than apparent, but at least he didn't seem to have any of his soldier buddies with him.
Of course, Danko had been getting dangerously close to the truth. Maybe the man had finally gotten his claws into Nathan's secret. Either way, they were still not in New York or DC. And someone had quite a bit of explaining to do.
"This is your doing, then?" Angela asked, looking around the hotel before looking back at Nathan. "Where are we, Nathan? And why are we here?"