Nero's hand was still on the accelerator when his phone rang again, and he almost didn't look at it because he was tired of hearing that they'd lost her. But he looked at it anyway, and the screen showed an unknown number.

He answered.

Did you miss me?

Hella's voice. It wasn't a recording, or a trick. It was her.

Her chest tightened, and she couldn't speak for a second because she had already begun to construct a version of the world where she no longer existed, and now she had to tear it down.