The Best Worst Thing

Chapter 10 The Reply

The Reply

Nicole—sitting at her kitchen table in her pajamas—stared into her fully functional phone. She took a deep breath, then started typing.

Could you link me to that Dwarf Fortress message board? I’ve done nothing but get drunk in a dark room for four days, and I’m pretty sure I have whatever syndrome you told me about. Cave adaptation?

There. She’d sent it.

Now, all she had to do was wait.