The first time Haven saw Vance after the livestream, she thought she was hallucinating.

It was late afternoon. Haven had been moving quickly, head lowered, hoping to avoid the whispers that now followed her everywhere. Then she turned a corner and stopped.

Vance stood at the end of the corridor. Alive, whole and watching her.

For a moment, her mind refused to process it. Her breath caught mid-inhale, chest tightening so abruptly it bordered on pain.

He should have been dead. The thought ...