Timothy: Hrngh.

Reseda?

(brusha brusha brusha)
(PSSSSHHHH)
(BEEP BEEP)

Boston
9:47 am

Chicago
8:47 am

Timothy: You were right. The easy way didn’t work. She seemed . . . almost receptive to hearing it, but I lost her confidence before I got through. Then she made a not-so-veiled threat about my Being . . . and when I woke up, Reseda was gone.

Bianca: Understood.

You two ready to camp out in the battle-world for a while?

Patrick: Aye, aye!

Sparrow: Yeah, sure.