"Something like that," Zelda said. She tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe she should just go to bed; there wasn't much Ari could help her with, here.

"It belongs to someone I owe," Zelda said. She didn't know why she thought she owed Alfred - he clearly did not care about her anymore. Miss Fisk. It was as if it had never happened. But she still owed him something. And if she was right - well, if she was right then he might die.

She needed him to live. She needed to be wrong.

"We used to be friends, I guess."

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