“I guess that beats pulling him off a ledge every couple weeks,” Angela said.
“Yes, it certainly does,” he said, chuckling. “Anyway, I should let you get back to sleep. Saying thanks doesn’t seem like enough, but… thanks. For everything.”
Angela shrugged and said, “What are neighbors for?”
“Good night, Angela,” he said.
He stepped back into his apartment and Angela returned to her own. She idly scratched her back as she crossed the living room. She stood in front of the window, staring out at the street below. Hard to believe that only a few short minutes ago, she was flying up the side of the building.
She turned to her coffee table. Her cellphone sat next to a DVD of the Akkraemyth movie. She reached out her arm and pictured the street cleaner she ran into a few months ago. The phone jumped into her hand.
Angela grinned, but she soon started feeling lightheaded again. She sat on the couch and sank back into the cushions. She closed her eyes.
A moment later, it was morning.
She raised her face to meet the sun and a sharp pain shot through her neck. While she stretched the kink out, her phone started ringing. She didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey, Angie!” the voice on the other end said, too loud. “This is Angie, right? Gen better not have given me a fake number.”
“Morning, Jackie,” she said. “What can I do for you?”
Jackie chuckled and said, “Funny you should ask.”
Jackie’s directions led Angela to a warehouse out in Victory City’s industrial district. A cluster of large vans were parked in front of the building while a film crew milled about. Jackie pressed through the crowd, followed closely by Greta.
“Finally!” Jackie said. “You ready to get started?”