For a little while, it's quiet. Even peaceful. Carver leans back against the headboard and slows his breathing down, trying to think about what the fuck he's supposed to do now. Keep Bossie with him. Try and explain what he can of this place and the new rules here. Keep the kid steady until they figure out a new system, a new routine.

He's going to have to talk to Harold and the others about this, he realizes, and starts typing messages. And that's going to be another uneasy conversation with Bossie later on. They haven't had allies for years, not until Dixon, and that blew up bad on them.

Tomorrow, Carver decides. They'll face it one piece at a time. And he settles too, calm and quiet, until the door slams open. Carver draws his sidearm, ready -

It's a trick. Another goddamn game.

"Bossie!" he barks. "Stand down!"