"Nothing I can remember. I mean, I got into some scrapes doing migrant work, but the only mysteries there were if people were coming, where they were and what condition they'd be in." Dan stands up, walks further down the roof to be downwind of Aster, and pulls out another cigarette. He runs the filter around his lips before he lights up.

"You know, I usually work alone. I like folks, but I don't always cooperate well with everyone because folks are a little more cutthroat and ruthless than I have the stomach for." He takes a long drag. "But I like working with you. I reckon we have our hearts in the same place."

He sits on this end of the roof and dangles his feet, watching the street. He gives Aster a warm smile.

"I'm glad to hear it. A lot of love went into that place. Ain't no reason for me to change that." He can put love into this house because it feels just like picking up where people left off, or rather, were cruelly and violently interrupted. "And you trusted me with it. I take that serious."