Greyson

He said my father left a glitching message with Zip.

Oh, Bryn says. She’s on L8 like me, but on the far-far side, on a mission, she says. She woke me with her own theme music, way too chipper at the arse-crack of morn-shift. She’s clear spent too much time with Flynn.

I’d right on rolled over and gone back to coma-fy for a bit to her humming, dunno for how long, but I’ve been awake and upright for maybe half an hour or so now, and last night’s goings on has sunk into my brain like a joke at a funeral.

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

Yeah, it’s real annoying, I send and snag a bitty component off the desk with the magnetised screwdriver head. You find anything yet?

Bryn’s funnelled her frustrations and pissed-offness over her friends’ rejections into hunting down her brother. If he isn’t in Undercamp he’s about here somewhere. At the back of Jonas’ notebook’s a list of names, and it turns out these people are still here on L8. I doubt they’ll be of any use cos it won’t be like they remember anything, but it’s keeping her busy.

Not yet, she says with a fair amount of confuzzlement. Navigating’s a challenge.

You know where I’m at if you want a break.

In theory, maybe, but this place’s a maze! Even your map freaks out half the time.

You’re prob using it wrong.

Mute it, Grey, Bryn grouses.