It’s a glitch. Has to be.

My coffee has turned tepid and I have to catch the commuter train soon, but my feet won’t move. I’m tethered to my device and the dizzying numbers surging through the counter box.

I have to call Hailey. She’ll talk me down from my mania. Always does.

My voice is a bark when I command my device to dial. Hailey picks up instantly.

“Lee? Hey. Don’t you have to get to work?”

“Yeah, but listen, Hail. Something strange is happening, something with—” I pause, force out the word. “Outlast.”

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