"Wait!" he calls again.

"I have to go." says Kendra.

This has gone weird enough that all her senses are jangling.

"I just wanted to ask -" he says, as she opens the door.



"- have you seen her? I don't know why, but something about you tells me you have…"

His voice is soft, strained, like someone unable to wake up from a dream.

"Tell me you have," he says. "Please?"