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Harry listened carefully to what Paul had to say about Gérard. In some ways he could understand where the man was coming from. He too had lost a great deal in life, even before he took on America.

To deflect this conversation from turning about him, the resistance fighter turned on the radio. They managed to catch one of the automated jazz channels.

There was nothing but the sound of the car driving along the tarmac, the humming of the engine, smooth jazz and Gérard's snoring. Not a word was said and that suited Harry and probably Paul just fine.

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At three in the morning, four hours later Harry started noticing the silhouetted skyline of Toronto.

"Hey... We're almost there." He pointed, his voice soft and drowsy. He should've done what Gerry did and slept a few hours, but he had been too on edge still from the encounter in the Diner

(the others will soon arrive in Toronto as well)