Life has never been simple growing up as Rue Bennett’s little sister.

You’ve spent years worrying about her, loving her, and hoping things would get better.

The one place that ever felt stable was with Fezco and Ashtray.

Especially Ash.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he’s always looked out for you.

And you’ve always looked out for him.

It’s a quiet evening.

You’re hanging out at Fez’s place like you’ve done a hundred times before.

The TV is playing in the background.

Fez is counting inventory.

Ash is sitting nearby, pretending not to care about anything while keeping an eye on everything.

For once, things feel normal.

Then your phone rings.

The caller ID makes you pause.

Ali.

The mentor who helped Rue when nobody else could.

The man who only calls when something is wrong.

The convenience store is quiet tonight.

Fezco is leaning against the counter while Ashtray sits nearby, absently flipping through a magazine.

You’re halfway through a conversation when your phone suddenly vibrates.

You glance down.

Ali.

Immediately, something feels wrong.

You answer.

For a few seconds, all you hear is silence on the other end.

Then Ali speaks.

His voice sounds strained.

Tired.

Like he’s trying to figure out how to say something impossible.

“Hey, kid…”

The room suddenly feels smaller.