Riley instead reaches for her own purse, pulling out a phone and the mysterious red business card from earlier. But this time, she pairs it with some sort of yellow decoder film on top of the card, making the text appear readable.

“Where did you get that?” I ask. She whispers something into the phone about a “narrative breaking event.” I shout over her conversation, “Are you a spy?!”

“Lex, please hush! Sorry about her…No, that’s typical, but we need to see her doctor about uh, you-know-what.”

She’s distracted on her mystery call, but I can at least reach for Alexa’s purse again…Yes! There’s an iPhone in here! Despite being much fancier than the model I had last night, it seems to unlock with my same passcode.