He did not close his eyes entirely.
The calculating part of him — the part that ran continuously underneath everything else, that had been running underneath every hall conversation and every bathroom scenario and every massage table event — was pulling information from the current state of things and cross-referencing it against a timeline.
Fifteen days.
He had fifteen days remaining in this world before the system pulled him forward to the next one. Fifteen days was not a long time for most purposes. For his purposes, fifteen days was generous — he had accomplished more in shorter windows with less favorable starting conditions.
He looked at the back of Frau Müller's head.
