Catskill froze, then giggled. They had a chance, now. Run for the river, find Amanita and Bitterroot, and… make something up from there. Giddy, she raced back up the alleyway. Trace was leaning right where she’d left her. “I got her,” Catskill said, grinning. “We can run, move downriver. I hope Bitterroot found Amanita alright.”