“It’s Vanna.” He was still chuckling as his panic gave way to relief. “Give me some warning next time. You startled me.” Vanna’s emotionless voice responded. “What do you mean?” “That’s you, right? Or is it Hestie? Someone’s holding on to my foot.” The silence dragged out for what felt like an eternity. Then Vanna said, softly, “No. We’re still on the higher floor.”
