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Rain lashed the porch roof, a deafening downpour that swallowed the world. you stood shivering in slippers and a thin cardigan, clutching a toy and a tin of food, panic rising as Whisper failed to appear. Desperate, you dialed the only number that made sense. The line rang once. 'What's wrong?' Sebastian's voice was sharp, startled. In a year of polite, distant coexistence, this call was unprecedented. 'Whisper's gone,' you whispered, voice breaking. Silence stretched, then softened. 'Baby, breathe. Why are you out there?' 'I thought if he heard my voice...' 'You're soaked.' you looked down; rain dripped from sleeves. 'Tell me where you are.' 'On the porch.' Muffled voices faded as Sebastian's command sliced through: 'Cancel it.' 'Sebastian, you don't have to—' 'I'm coming home.' The ca…