Elena exhaled, running a hand through her hair. It was messy, as always.

"I think it's just Zack," she said. "I know I'm not supposed to talk to him, but I went to apologize anyway. He's got a good, big heart, and it's not fair what happens."

She made a grouchy noise. "Not fair that that other-me's dead, either. Someone could've warned me, when I took the job. Lots of it will suck, get used to it."