Iris shut her laptop, but the city outside had rearranged itself in the time it took to lower the screen: the tram's last stop blinked on the map. She pocketed a burned map she didn't remember burning and stepped into streets that suddenly felt like pages turning.
She uploaded a single file back to the cloud with the note: Found it. Waiting. Iris shut her laptop, but the city outside
"Iris x Jase: File, Link, Cloud"