They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
He goes across the hall. "She wants your father back."
"He went back to Lina."
"Well, she thinks that's fishy as hell and she wants him back."
"You're doing great."
"I'm doing adequately but I don't think it's even about that, it's about how when your translator vanishes overnight you wonder if this is a place where one gets shot for stepping on someone's toe -"
"And we couldn't have her thinking that."
"So get someone to drag him back," someone else says.
"I guarantee you that will backfire."
"Because he'd rather die than follow orders for three fucking days."
"Because he would rather be the kind of person who everyone knows will be dead inside three days if made to follow orders. I can't say it's a strategy that would serve most people in most contexts but he's very committed to it."
"Then bribe him."
Aitim calls his father.
"Ditch it and get on the train to Lakla? I'll arrange for orders to be waved in the right peoples' faces."