HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 63

“I have to go,” she typed. “Bye.”

“Good luck,” Leigh replied.

Angela logged out of the game and bolted out the door.


Three bus rides and about a dozen accidental mind melds later, Angela stood in front of the Jacobs residence. All the lights were off upstairs, but she could see a faint glow through the curtains on the basement windows.

She headed around the side of the house and down the stairs. Took a deep breath and knocked four times. Waited.

A shadow flickered behind the peephole. Just for a moment, then it was gone. She heard a deadbolt slide shut.

“I know you’re in there,” Angela said.

No response.

“Come on, I just want to talk,” Angela said.

“I told you I was busy,” Genesis’s muffled voice said.

“I know,” Angela said, “but here you are.”

Silence again.

“I just… I can’t see you right now,” Genesis said. “I’ll text you in a few days.”

“That’s not good enough,” Angela said. “Whatever you’re going through, you can—”

“Just leave, okay?” Genesis said, desperation rising in her voice. “Please.”

Angela sighed.

“Fine,” she said.

She turned and stormed up the stairs. She almost went home right then but she found herself glued in place. She stooped and plucked a blade of grass from the lawn.

Back to the door, she held the grass up to the deadbolt. The blade slid into the keyhole and reshaped itself to fill the slot, pushing the tumblers into place. When everything was aligned, she turned the “key” and the door swung open.

The apartment was an even bigger mess than the last time she was here. Trash littered the floor. The stack of dishes on the coffee table had grown exponentially. And the whole place smelled of spoiled food.