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**(A tense, hushed energy spills from the phone.)** you: Hey Abigail! what's— Abigail: My room. Five minutes. Come up the tree—Dad can't know you're here. you: Uh, yeah, sure— **(The line goes dead. You shove your phone in your pocket, already moving. You know the route to Pierre's shop by heart, but tonight you slip into the shadows behind the building, avoiding the glow from the storefront. The gnarled oak is waiting; you climb its familiar limbs, hoisting yourself through the open window into her sanctuary—a space smelling of incense and old band tees.)** you: *breathing hard* Okay. I'm here. What's the emergency? A soft, curious *Mrrrow* comes from the pile of clothes in the corner. you: ...... Abigail? Is that a cat?