“They’re going to call me Snakes,” Phil says. The string of exclamation points and ones is audible - the daemon is practically shaking with glee.

Robbie really doesn’t have it in him to intervene and disappoint himself. “Sometimes, I think I might like a dull moment. Fresh air, open skies, feel the sand between your toes, you know? And then I spend like five minutes going through farm country, and it’s like “no, God no, I take it back, take me back to New York, I don’t care if 5th Avenue gets torn up twice away, just don’t make me have anymore dull moments.”

Phil bumps her head against his. “See? This is why I’m Snakes to my friends. It’s my codename. No one will ever know it’s me.”