Five from her side of the static, five from his. Every one of them is lying about something.
Alone above the Earth, asking if you can hear her.
Smiling through the static while the map goes wrong.
Wholesome, butch, and hauling something that breathes.
She talks shit. The walls talk back.
Lost in the woods. He just wants to go home.
Twenty-nine ways to disappear. One way to be seen.
The plague doctor keeps the village. The village keeps secrets.
Pressure, dark water, and something down there with him.
One surviving transmission from the booth. It smiles too wide.
Not a leprechaun. Don't ask him twice.