There's something about the item that Mitchell received that nags at him. He doesn't know it but six months later, dimensions apart, some part of him recognises the familiarity of Annie's handwriting, the same handwriting that used to make little lists for him to keep his life on track.

But he can't voice that familiarity, and so it continues to niggle him as he waits against the wall of the swap room, rota unfolded in the hopes that its owner recognises it but otherwise he's hoping to stay low-key. It's not been that long since the attacks and it wasn't long before that that there was a city-wide price on his head.

His objective is clear: hand the item over, get his, find Hasi and stick around for as long as she wanted, but otherwise leave. Whether or not the night had that in store for him remained to be seen.