Diane
Matti looked at their phone, finger hovering over the unlabelled saved number. *Frida*. They made a split second decision— after what was probably an angel on the intranet, and the picture they had sent. They needed answers, and they needed them *Soon*. They hit the call button, and let it ring.
Judith
Matti wasn't left on hold for long. A weak, breathy voice sounded from the other end. "Hello?"
Diane
They sighed in relief. A small part of them was worried Frida hadn't gotten the supplies, or that she'd somehow been found in between their calls. "It's Alex. There was—" They took a moment to collect themself. "Someone with a name 'marble wing' wrote a message in a Newton's Cradle open communications network. They posted a picture— some kind of large tower. Others said it looked familiar, and that it was in the industrial district." They contemplated sending the picture, but decided to hear Frida's response first. They were still worried about communications being monitored, on both sides.
Judith
The response was brief. "Me."
Diane
"That was you?" It made sense— Valio had even asked. *Who gave an angel a phone?* Still. "Why? What was the significance of the picture? Are you okay?" Worry and distrust tempered their soul in equal measures.
Judith
Suddenly, there's a loud noise like wind on the other end of the phone, accompanied by a metallic thud shortly thereafter. Frida gets up, and her heavy footsteps echo into the receiver. She's running. "Don't have a lot of time." Her voice is strained. She's panting already, clearly exhausted. "The other girl. From that night. Tell her to be there. Alone. She'll find it."

There's another metallic thud, and Frida hangs up.