Lennon taps her wheel in beat to some good old Green Day. She pauses when she sees a crow fly behind her. “Why do I have a feeling that’s not an average crow?”

Zenith’s flinches, turning impossibly more red. “Sorry,” she squeals. “I-I didn’t mean to, I should’ve thought this through. I’m so weak. So stupid,” she laughs nervously. 

Carra turns tearful eyes to him, full of self-loathing. “I’m so sorry. I.. I don’t deserve this. Especially not with you.”