The car rose until the landscape became a distant patchwork of white and gray geometries; the air filled with black clouds and hissing rain. A leather bench seat wrapped the circular cabin while a pearlescent-white control column rose in the middle. There was a slot for a phone, a thin screen, and little else. Toko and Xavi sat opposite Alice. Toko slouched, tired, in his crumpled suit while Xavi thrummed with energy inside faded denim. His olive military bag lay across his lap.