‘I’m Iris,’ I said, shifting my arm so we weren’t touching.
‘Did you also get a call?’
‘Yes, but it’s weird. I’m struggling to remember what it was about.’
I hoped that my face hid my shock. I’m normally meticulous, I make lists, and now I couldn’t remember a call or find my hand sanitiser. I looked at Adam for answers.
‘What did the person in your call say?’
‘His name was Tok. I think it was something about … did we win something?’
‘I’d remember if it was that.’
‘I can’t remember either.’
I can tell from the knitting of his brows that Adam’s unease is growing too. I wrack my memory trying to remember why I came here. Spectacles turns towards us, holding a finger to his lips. This time I can see his eyes. They are pitch black, and full of fear.