When Katherine shut the door to her room and began to unwrap the package she'd gotten from Ben Huntington, she felt a slight twinge in her heart upon seeing her brother's familiar handwriting. She felt that finally she'd have some inclination, some clue to his whereabouts, but she was sadly mistaken.

Bill was dealing with his own disappointments that evening. He'd gone over to the whorehouse early, but not early enough. By the time he had finally downed enough whiskey to consider approaching the whore with the green eyes, he saw her climbing the stairs with another client. The alcohol in his veins was clearly running the show at this point, so Bill thought he'd just wait and see if the woman came back downstairs or if this client was an all-nighter. He never saw her again and no other woman, well, no one in this building, could keep his attention. He gathered his hat and coat and went back to the hotel only marginally under his own power. When he climbed the stairs at the hotel, he leaned for a moment on Katherine's door. His ear was pressed against the door and he thought for a moment he'd heard her crying. He knew the world was an unfair place, but it never seemed so much so as it did now. He pushed himself away from the door with a groan and locked himself in his room for the night.

Katherine never heard Bill at her door. She had spread Emmet's papers out first on her small table, then on her small bed, and eventually across the floor of her room. She read and re-read, analyzed, arranged in piles by date, and apparent content, but she just wasn't understanding why Emmet chose to leave all of this with Ben Huntington. It wasn't making any sense. She crumpled to the floor among all of Emmet's work and started to cry. The day was altogether too much for her. In her single-mindedness she'd been awful to Jack, and this was surely retribution from the heavens for her behavior. She tried her best to make sense of it all, but then gave in to reason. She gathered all of the papers and went to Jack.

She half-expected him to ignore her knock, or at least slam the door in her face, but Jack let her in. He took the papers from her arms and didn't give them a glance before he embraced her and her mumbled apology. She then told him of her confusion and only at that time did Jack turn his attention to Emmet's notes. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him at the small table that was a twin to the one in her room. Jack appeared to be having the same difficulty as herself. She watched him shuffle the papers with some concentration, but then her eyelids grew heavy. She then curled on her side and watched him until she fell asleep.

Jack was intently reading Emmet's papers and never noticed Katherine drifting to sleep in his bunk. The brother's handwriting was clean enough, but it was the content that initially confused him. There were assortments of maps, notes and surveyors drawings and no one piece really spoke of any association to another until Jack noticed a small note in the corner of a re-drawn boundry line that simply stated 'no water?' That simple phrase started the wheels turning in Jack's head and it made perfect sense to him. He needed to test Bill, just to make sure of his reckoning, but as Jack climbed onto the small bed and draped his arm over the sleeping Katherine, he was mostly concerned with how to tell her that she was never going to see her brother alive again.

When the sun came through the window the next morning, it found Jack already awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. He stretched his arms toward the ceiling to get some of the feeling back into them, and then got up and began folding Emmet's papers. He tied them back together and stored them in his pack. It was then he saw to Katherine.
"C'mon, time to wake up," he whispered. She woke with a start and it was only Jack's instinct for self-preservation and his vast experience in devil-women that helped him dodge her swinging arms as she bolted upright. "Good lord, girl. It's only breakfast, not a battlefield. Give a man some warning" he grinned and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Go get cleaned up and we'll meet you down stairs."

Katherine scanned the room for evidence of Emmet's papers and Jack quickly said: "They're in a safe place. I just need to do a little research, but I think I have this one taken care of."

"You don't understand, Jack, I need those papers," she said. There was no way that Jack could keep them at this point and not tip his hand, so he retrieved them from his bag and gave them to her with strict instructions to put them some place safe and for just now, not to mention anything to Bill. Katherine looked puzzled, but she acquiesced. He saw her to her door, then went in search of Bill.