After telling Wally you needed some air, you left without another word, the quiet inside your car stretching out as the distance grew. Somewhere along the drive, you turned your location off—just for a little space, just to feel alone.

The roads are empty, the night still as you continue driving, taking turns without much thought. For a while, it works. Everything feels distant. Separate.

Until you turn a corner and as your car straightens, your eyes flick to the rearview mirror—and that’s when you see another car. Not just any car though, but Wally's own car following behind you, moving in quiet sync with every turn you make.