Lincoln comes to a stop outside his apartment building and wipes the sweat off his brow. He’s just come back from his morning run through the neighborhood. He quit his job at Tripureshwor Transportation three days ago. It wasn’t anything he aspired to anyway: just something to keep him busy while he tries to figure out life. But back to the mountains again? Why are they drawing him back? Except, if he’s truthful about it, they were the only place he’s ever felt connected to anything, until that day of course, when everything went wrong. He chews his lips. He’s gone over this again and again since he sent his resume to the company. Is he trying to face the memory of Ama Dablam, to find a way to live with not paying attention and letting Collins fall to his death? Or is it something else? Al
