It was harder to focus. At least Kate was wide awake now. Not only just thanks to Frank's brew, but also because she was past the limit of exhaustion. She had crossed that moment when the body is ready to pass out and feels more awake again, even if half-working on an automathic mode.

Maybe because even if she crashed on her bed again, worry would probably keep her from passing out. She was trying her best to stay focused, but her thoughts stirred her back to her mother. Hours ago Matt had checked on her, giving Kate the great news that Eleanor was safe, even if looking a little weary. Things had changed so quickly.

For a while, all that could be heard were the muttered words as either Karen or Kate read aloud the dates of every box they came across. The metallic sound of a filing cabinet being open. Pages turned, pulled. Nothing from a year and a half ago, not yet. How could have they suspected anything, Karen wondered. She understood why Matt carried his guilt, why he thought they should have been more curious back then. But Poindexter attacking them didn't raise any suspicion, they had enough history to not even question if anyone else could have been pulling his strings like a puppeteer.

But when Matt spoke again, his question really took Karen aback. She couldn't help it, the loud snort he stole out of her.

Jesus, he must be truly exhausted.

"Why?" Aiming her flashlight up, Karen shook her head almost in resignation. Did Matt really want to go there? And with an audience, no less?

"Is there a problem with that now?"