Tillman looked over his shoulder as he closed the fridge. Pig was strange, and it often seemed like his attention was spread thin or focused in places that Tillman couldn't see, but then he would voice the soldier's thoughts as if reading them. It might have been chilling if it weren't so interesting.

Tillman dismissed the thought by running a hand through his hair. "Got some things to do today. I'll be gone for a couple of hours," he informed Pig. "But I'm heading to the store first. What do you eat?"