I’m almost to the city, and the radio isn’t reporting anything interesting at all, so I suspect Harlo’s doing fine. I wonder what Nemesis Q’s controller has to tell her, if she’s even received the calling card yet. I suppose I can’t ask her myself, I don’t want to be turned to dust, and I’m sure Nemesis Q would not hesitate for a second to do so if I stepped out of line.
Picking up the phone, I check caller ID before answering. Nothing. Smiling to myself, I hit the answer button, taking one last look at my green surroundings, wondering where he’s taking me this time.