“Saint Bonapisa’s good luck for trainers,” Cass told me once. Maybe she should’ve kept some of that luck for herself. The drifblim was still following me, but if Lake Valor was what Cass wanted, then I’d find a way to get her there.

Content warning: off-screen death, a funeral, homophobia and transphobia, implied potential suicide. None of it goes beyond a PG level of detail, but you might want to make sure you're in the right mindset for it.