Raylan pressed the little ball into his hand, and the room around them vanished. He was in Peter's house, stepping light and quick and turning off the alarm. He was in Peter's room, Satchmo watching as he made short work of the safe. The faces in that photo of everyone in the office, smiling, that beautiful thing that he'd somehow become a part of, while he held the manifest in his hands.

The call.

Neal dropped the rubber band ball, watching it roll away across the floor of the living room, trying to pull his head back from that moment. Trying not to drown in the shame of the fact that Raylan had seen it. He looked at the floor. Then finally up at Raylan's face. When he spoke, it was just above a whisper.

"Nothing that was worth it."