Annalise sits in her grade ten geography class the next day, head propped on her hand. Her binder sits on her lap, hiding her phone from view, and her teacher drones on and on about the Great Lakes on the American-Canadian border.

She can only come up with two explanations for what she saw last night and only one of them is even remotely believable. Either everything was a dream or everything was real, and a part of her hopes that it's the former. None of it makes sense—PizzaNunchucker appearing in her room, those terrifying green eyes, and six strange creatures in Washington Square Park, like something out of science fiction. She must have eaten something bad before bed.

Then again, she thinks as she chews her lip. She doesn't remember walking home from the park yesterday, and the bump on her head is far too prominent to be the product of a dream. Did she hit her head in the park and then, in a dazed state, imagine that the person who brought her home was PizzaNunchucker?

It's all so crazy that she can't wrap her head around it.

She exits YouTube and double taps her home button, revealing all the apps she still has open. It's all the basics, apps she uses all the time, except...

She frowns. Her photos app is open, and she knows that without a doubt that she hasn't used it recently. What's more, there's a new picture, and she feels her body run cold when she clicks on it. It's a screenshot of her lock screen, but there's a transparent, metallic woman blocking out the time and the wallpaper. Her eyes glow red, and the malicious smile on her face makes Annalise's stomach churn.

No, she thinks, screaming internally. It can't be. It can't. That's...

She swallows hard, thinking of when her video uploaded on its own, the glitching screen, the strands of glowing blue and yellow. A wave of terrifying nostalgia crashes over her and she squeezes her eyes shut, hands shaking.

She can't tell anyone. Who would believe her even if she did? What would she say? She plays out the scenario in her mind.

"Excuse me, police? There's this virus on my computer and my phone, but it looks like this. Please help."

She holds the phone up to the officers. They stare at it for a second as their eyes go wide.

The scene switches to the teen rolling around in a padded room with a straightjacket on.

Annalise shudders at the idea as she steals another hesitant glance at the woman in the screenshot. It can't really be her, can it?

"Miss Hughes!"

Annalise snaps to attention. Her teacher and several classmates stare at her expectantly, and her throat goes dry when she realizes that her teacher must have asked her a question. She wets her lips.

"Um...Lake Superior?" she guesses.

Her teacher shakes her head. "Close, but no. Lake Erie is the warmest, due to its shallow depth. Superior stays the coldest because of its size, but that was a good guess."

A few classmates grumble in annoyance as Annalise slumps back in her seat, relieved. She grips her phone a little tighter as she swipes out of photos, trying to think of something less worrying. The only thing that comes to mind is her dream about someone cradling her and the boy who called himself PizzaNunchucker.

His voice was almost childlike, happy and uplifting behind the fear in his tone. As Annalise thinks of it, she's heard that voice before, but...where? No matter how hard she tries to pinpoint it, nothing comes.

Even so, the reveal of the woman in her phone, combined with the events of last night, whether real or fake, urges her to do something. She opens her email and creates a new message, typing out the first few letters of the email address that PizzaNunchucker used to sign up for the contest. It autofills the rest of the address and she starts typing.

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Sarina sighs heavily while she runs diagnostics on her computer. The cursor had started lagging, moving out of sync with her mouse, and while it's not uncommon for her computer to display some slowness now and again, it never stops being irritating. In times like this, Sarina wonders why she uses a separate computer at all. Her brain is far superior.

The diagnostic progress bar crawls to its finish line, bit by bit, and just before it finishes, the screen goes dark. Sarina blinks and straightens in her chair. The lab is pitch dark without the computer light, only broken by her glowing eyes, and she clicks the mouse a few times to try and wake the monitor.

A buffering wheel appears, then smears and melts away as flashing green binary code fills the screen. Sarina's lips purse tightly, her eyes flashing once.

"Donatello—" she starts.

She glances behind her at Donatello, but he's passed out at his desk, head on his arms. He snores softly, wind whistling through the gap in his teeth, and for a moment she forgets about her computer troubles as a soft smile falls across her lips. She couldn't possibly disturb him.

She turns back to the computer, rolling her shoulders as she slides her chair closer. Before she can so much as touch her mouse, the coding swims into repeating sequences written in binary code that Sarina has no trouble translating. She can read and understand binary as well as any spoken language, another perk of her robotic physiology.

Although, for a moment, she wishes she didn't understand. The repeating message leaves her feeling wary in a way she does not enjoy.

THE WORLD WILL FALL

She stares at the message as it scrolls by, green glowing numbers in a sea of black. Then, there's a short blip of light, and a lithe, robotic being appears in the centre of the screen. Her nude body looks like it's pieced together with different chromatic metals of mostly purple and blue, and her neon blue and yellow hair floats as if suspended in water. A grin breaks across her noseless face.

"The world will fall," she repeats. Her voice sounds robotic, like the virtual assistant Sarina has heard on April's phone before, and yet there's just enough inflection to make her pass as human. The woman throws her head back and lets out a chilling laugh.

Sarina's head lurches, white hot agony lancing through her brain like the stabs of thousands of tiny needles. She gasps, falling back and off of her seat as her vision fizzles, the woman's laughter ringing in her ears. Wracked with vertigo, she manages to reach for the computer cord, grabbing hold and yanking it from the wall. The silence is sudden and suffocating, and for far too long, Sarina lies prone on the cool floor, her mind aching and heart pounding.

A large, gentle hand grasps her shoulder. "Sarina, are you alright?"

She blinks, faintly aware of Donatello helping her sit up, his strong arm braced against her back. She lightly touches her head, still aching from the memory of the sudden pain, and looks up at the dark computer, thoughts bouncing between the ominous woman and the message she brought with her.

"Sarina," Donatello repeats. Any traces of sleep have left him, his body tense and alert as he holds her against him. "What happened?"

"I...I do not know," she says. "It..."

The lab door slides open, and Michelangelo enters, his face illuminated by the light of this t-phone. Sarina briefly wonders what he's doing awake at such an hour, but he doesn't give her the chance to ask as he crosses the lab and shoves his phone into her face.

"Annalise needs help," he says in a raised whisper. "I'm serious! You've gotta believe me!"

"What...?" Donatello starts, but the question dies as he reads the screen. "Huh."

Sarina frowns. The email is cryptic, asking for help, and yet the sender does little to elaborate on what she may need help with. All she says is that she isn't sure who to turn to, but she has a feeling that he might believe her about something that's almost too crazy to believe.

The final sentence before she signs off is simple. Maybe this is crazy, too, but something might be coming after me, and I don't want to talk about it online. It needs to be in person.

Sarina's eyes flash. Michelangelo said that there was something strange going on with Annalise's phone on the night he brought her home, that there was a "rainbow lady" with scary eyes. The description seemed odd at the time. Now, Sarina has no choice but to believe him.

She gets to her feet, and Donatello stays close, hands hovering by her hips as if he's worried that she'll collapse again. She blows out a breath as she fixes her short white hair.

"Whatever is going on, we will help," she says.

Michelangelo breathes a heavy sigh of relief, thanking her over and over again as he returns to his room. Donatello lingers, watching her closely with a frown that makes her want to avoid his gaze. Instead, she stares at the computer screen. The world will fall, the rainbow woman said. It's a good thing that Sarina has plenty of friends who have a vested interest in making sure that that doesn't happen.