Don't tell them I've been compromised. It's going to be okay. Whatever the fuck is going on. I'll send you what I send, I will handle it. Love you, Dav.

( Nailed it. He ends the call before he can get any further into being burned. But, as he brings his phone down, he half expects a call back. Or, a strongly worded message. Or, worse. Astral projection. For now, he's alone in the on-call room and he taps his phone against his forehead.

Everything is getting out of hand. But, what do witches do? They contain it. They erase it if they have to. )