The best chance at survival?

What the hell?

“No, Tea didn’t tell me that.” I stood abruptly. “I think it’s time for me to leave. Thanks for the strangely-delicious sandwiches and the lesson.” I paused, glancing at the paper.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I snagged it off the table.

“Wait.” He took it back for a minute and scribbled a few more things onto the sheet before handing it to me. “There you go. You can put it on Ford’s fridge like a trophy.”

I ...