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You roll across your bed to the floor opposite the window before you've even processed the noise. Not that you've really been shot at all that much in your life, you just watch too many shitty action movies with John and his cousin. Besides, the hole in the window is way too big for that.
“Good morning, Dave.”
There's some kind of cheap walkie-talkie or radio or whatever tied to a brick among the scattered glass. You crawl carefully across the floor to retrieve it.
“What the fuck, Lalonde? This is pretty low class for you, I gotta say. Brick through a window? Really? I expect better from you. Maybe like some kind of classy dinner invitation. Printed on nice personalized stationary and everything. Set on my table to unnerve me about someone being in my apartment. But a brick?”
“I want to speak with you, Dave.”
“Well yes, obviously.” You roll lazily back to your bedside table to retrieve your sunglasses. The broken glass reflects the morning sun directly into your eyes and you're not a fan of it. “Are you in one of your fuckin delusions or whatever? I feel like I'm not supposed to play along with those.”
“Handling delusions in others is a complex and variable process but that is irrelevant because I am not delusional.” She's starting to sound frustrated now. How uncool. “The only evidence anyone has offered to the contrary are out-of-hand dismissals and aspersions on my competency and sanity.”
“Look, I am totally on board with classing Lord English as a monster, but that's not literal. He doesn't have any crazy superpowers or whatever, and neither do we. He's just a really, really shitty person, and it's going to take normal, human hard work to stop him. You realize how crazy you sound, right?” You sigh. Sometimes you miss your sister. Or at least, who she was before all... this. “Are you still in the hospital?”
She's quiet for a moment. “... Yes. I called in a favor. We're running out of time, Dave. Surely you've realized that much.”
You sigh again. This is all way outside your area of expertise. “I'll come see you tomorrow. Bring you another one of your shitty wizard novels or something.”
“I would like that.”
You stare at the silent radio for a long moment. You guess you can't really leave without saying goodbye. “Uh, I've gotta go.”
“I know, Dave. I apologize for the mess.”
“It's whatever.”
“Keep the radio. We may need it.”