Didi crouches at the end of a trash tunnel, the net over one end wired for power. She's had to sacrifice the small generator that keeps her greenhouse running to set up the lure, but it'll be worth it in the end if she gets what she needs.

It's hard to sit here and not think about how little time she has, fighting waves of panic and terror, checking over her shoulder what feels like constantly as Pip floats overhead, keeping watch. She told him a little about Jackus, but only ...