Time passes. Maybe minutes, maybe hours. I stir to wakefulness, rising up out of a deep and dreamless sleep.
The room is dark.
I can hear Felix’s voice, soft and muffled. He’s singing Déjà Vu.
Where is he?
I sit up in bed with a jolt, wide awake, trying to trace the source of the sound.
It’s distant, yet somehow very close… far away, but definitely in my bedroom.
In fact, it’s in my bed.
Silvery light bleeds out from beneath my pillow, a soft glow seeping into the dark.
I lift my pillow and I almost can’t believe my eyes – it’s my long-lost phone. It’s been missing for ages, since my birthday.
It purrs softly in my hand, and in a split second I’m both relieved to have finally found it, and bitterly disappointed to realise that the singing was just my ringtone.
Obviously Ash. You saw Felix get into that chopper, headed straight for the airport or a private jet or wherever they were taking him. By now he’s halfway across the Atlantic.