"Yeah. Though I don't think I'll be drinking too much tonight." Cutter had found the keys to the office on the desk, and pocketed them before locking up the office. He knew he'd be busy. Until he figured out how to get back to his Manhattan, the least he could do was his job. Or Jack's job. Whatever. "And I'm not sure I'd call it lucky until I see how it actually shakes out tomorrow."