You know, it is conceivable that I could survive on my own for another hour or two. And you skipped over the part where you complimented me on my derring-do.” “Yes, awesome job, thank you for not dying after you left me behind. I baked cookies.” “Chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin?” I asked. Brand hung up. I tucked the phone back in my pocket and headed to the car. The phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw that Brand had texted: “Dick.”
