He pushed away from the computer, realizing his mind was racing. There were so many unanswered questions, so many things he wanted to say to her. Not one appropriate thing came to mind. He got a water bottle out of the fridge and drank the whole thing in one swallow.

He paced around his room. He considered of taking advantage of the hotel's fitness room. Suddenly it felt like eleven years of emotions were inside of him. Mandy, he stared at her picture. She had short hair now. She was wider around the face than he recalled. But a head shot was all she provided.

He grabbed his room key, heading for the fitness room. At the door he changed directions and put on a bathing suit instead. He headed downstairs to the hot tub. With any luck it would be empty. He checked his watch, it was late locally, but still early in the team's regular time zone. As he walked he cursed himself. Depending on luck was stupid, especially in his line of work, and especially given how things were going for him lately.

He shouldn't have been surprised. There were three guys from the team sitting there. And they'd seen him coming so he couldn't turn around and make a different decision. He eased himself into the hot water. Talk was of the game, the one that night, last week, next month, it all seemed the same to him. It was exciting as hell most of the time, travelling, seeing different places, and playing a game he loved for a shit load of money. But other times, like tonight, it was exhausting and slightly shallow. He missed having someone to return to at the end of the day. He hadn't had that someone since, well, Mandy.