Armand gets to clean up the sacrificial person-goat, and he gets to clean up the man in a room down the hall, who made the mistake of walking towards a snack machine the moment Daniel opened the door. A Tunisian national in Dubai for construction work, on the verge of being trafficked. Daniel has seen a documentary about the matter before, made by a peer coming up in the investigative journalism world. The piece had been dull. He wonders why. It's clearly a dire issue.

He makes it back to the apartment building, where security guards are nervous— he is on the guest list, they have seen him coming and going, he seems to have been injured. Rashid intervenes.

Louis foots the bill for his evacuation, but Louis never returns to the building before Daniel leaves. Not to New York. To London, first, through Talamasca, where they have plans for him. Debriefing and a laundry list of other things; they want him to compare notes with Sam, they want to arrange for sterile blood bags, they want him to stay with them. Daniel plays along until he can grab a hard drive, and he's out the back door.

Who can fucking write under those conditions. Please.

One hundred years, huh.

Plenty of time to get acquainted with the nerve in his head that doesn't belong to him, and how to twist it just right.