I stand over the graves of our three friends, dug as best Duet and I were able, as deep as we could though I still fear scavengers might find them. We've done what we can, shed mutual tears. Duet seems more broken up than I expected and I have to lead her back to the truck and the driver's seat.

"Not random." Duet stares out the windshield at the rising sun.

I look at her, not comprehending what she's said. "What?"

I didn't know she was holding something in her ...