Though he had never before admitted it to anyone, not even to himself, Turtle had always assumed that Sprite was here only for the short haul. He had fully expected her just to disappear one day and never return.

Like Randal already had.

But like Randal now, if given no word from her, T supposed he’d search for her too.

Perhaps it was Randal’s and Sprite’s similar take on the world, their loner mentality that had shaken her when he disappeared.

Perhaps there was more to her than just a wrench and a blowtorch, a few wires and a motherboard.