Midori had returned to her New Orleans hotel room to change into her new, durable "monster hunting" outfit that she had just purchased. She didn't want to ruin her Prada boots from going out into the bayou with that unusual but trustworthy man she had met at the breakfast buffet.
While she had a few minutes, she posted some pictures of her breakfast and coffee to her followers (and anybody else who would see) on BlueSky and Threads. As the uploads finished, a stray touch of her fingertip brought up her WhatsApp contacts. Midori's thumb hesitated for a second, then tapped on the name of one of her former Wayward Wonders bandmates: Sofia Rivera.
The call rang briefly. A voice speaking, "Mimi?" came out the speaker.
"Hey, Sofi," Midori began, her voice sounding smaller than it had been all day. "Got a minute?"
"Anytime, amiga del alma." Sofia's voice was friendly, but tinged with exhaustion. "I actually just got back from the long-term care facility, so it sounds like your sense of timing is impeccable as always."
Midori's fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white. "How is Lily?" Her voice intensified. "Were there any changes? Did the...did my music help her any?"
A long pause hung in the air.
Sofia sighed. "No, no changes. Her brain activity is still down. I played the track you made for her, but the doctor said the response wasn't significant."
Midori squeezed her eyes closed for a moment, holding back her tears. "I...I can make more. Better ones. Special tracks, you know—?"
"Midori, no! Remember the Brooklyn event."
Midori inhaled shakily. "That won't happen again. I have a...contingency now. I can hold everything together myself—"
"Don't," Sofia interjected softly but firmly. "It would—" She grunted out of frustration, trying to keep magick-related words out of a call that could very well be tapped. "—things can always go wrong." She whispered, "They did before."
Midori sighed and immediately changed the subject. "So. About Elena. Have you heard from her?"
"No, Midori. She's still mad. Well, 'mad' isn't a good descriptor." Sofia took a deep breath and sighed. She thinks we were too reckless. Right from the start. Obviously, this wasn't what actually happened, but she blames *you* for pushing the tempo and making us all lose control. I've told her many times that we acted together as one, but she refused to hear that. She's not ready to listen again, yet."
Sighing again, Midori closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "How about Amina? Any word from her? I've sent her messages, but...they don't even show as read."
"No, still no replies from her," Sofia responded. "She deadass ghosted us.
"But she's back with her family. I went to go see them at their home to ask about her. Her mother greeted me, but she was guarded. Malika brought me in and made me tea, but said Amina couldn't come out of her room to see me because she was 'resting.' It was just the two of us. No Karim, no Safiya. I heard them from the other rooms, but they didn't come out.
"Malika never smiled at me once—remember how she was always smiling?—but we spoke for a few minutes. She said Amina's been praying. Like, most of the day every day since she moved back in. The audience deaths have been weighing heavily upon her heart and soul."
Sofia sighed heavily. "So for now, cariño, it is just you and I."
Midori switched back to her Threads window as she listened. She quickly scrolled through, seeing all the likes her followers had given her and her replies to posts with sparkles and bright emojis. These perfect strangers, these "Thriends." Many of them had called her "fam." It all felt so hollow, so empty to her, now.
She answered, "Thanks, Sofi. For sticking with me even though we're no longer singing together. I...don't know what I'd do if you left me, too." Tears trickled down her face. "Sofia, I love you so much!"
"I love you too, mi amiga," Sofia replied. "Friends for life. Hey, I need to go. Was there anything else?"
Midori though for a second. "There is. I managed to run into Dr. Jun and a couple of new friends down here. They're awake right now, so I should probably check on them about our plans today. I'll tell you more later."
"Oh," Sofia mused. "Ohhhh. Right. Yes, please keep me in the loop, and for God's sake, be careful! Remember, I'm always here for you, Midori. May you never lack hope."
"And you as well, Sofia. Love ya! Talk to you soon!"
Midori ended the call and stared at the phone in her hand, feeling like she was twenty-five going on eighty. Pocketing the phone, she walked over to a nearby sofa and picked up her guitar—not to perform, but just to feel it in her hands.