"Get that quest marker." Saturday laughs. "Yeah, I'm not the guy you want holding the tech-kit when the rigger or the decker goes down. Our decker, 8-Bit, she won't even let me in the same room as her gear if she can help it. She claims I have an aura."

Ah, Bit - Saturday's heart spasms. She may never get to apologize, now. She'd apologize a hundred times, even for the things she's not sorry for. Send Gray packing, puppy-dog eyes and all. If she could just get home again.

"What's a holon, some kind of drone?"