Room 303, Saturday morning

[future_sandworm]

Destiny would have it that Leto thought that this morning was a good day to call Alice, whom he hadn't spoken to for a while. Little did he suspect that the message he left ended up somewhere completely different.

Perhaps he should have been suspicious when he received a message himself later on, but he didn't think about it and just responded in a

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[notyourpawn]

"So which was it?" Alice asked, as she stood in his doorway.

His response alone would give her the answer, there. Either "the message" or "what on earth are you talking about?"

[future_sandworm]

He looked up and smiled, assuming that she was here because of the message. "Which what?" Leto said, then guessed she meant the options he had given. "Why not both?"

[notyourpawn]

That gave her a pause. "Theoretically, it could be," she said, referring to her own message, "but the timing would have to be precise, and you aren't holding a phone, and my arrival ruins our chance at that."

[future_sandworm]

Now Leto was a little confused. "What?" he said, holding out his hand to Alice.