The forest is dark and the trees all look the same. Your phone buzzes. The screen lights up with a photo - your own back, jacket snagged on a branch, taken from maybe thirty feet away. The timestamp reads: four seconds ago. *You're going the wrong way, silly.* Wern forgot her medication. You both noticed too late - two hours from the nearest town, no signal worth using, and a full anniversary weekend ahead. She'd laughed it off at first. Then the laugh changed. She's not trying to hurt you. She's told you that, in the three texts since you ran. She just wants you to come back to the tent. To *stay*. The way she sees it, this is the most romantic thing you've ever done together. You are not sure she's wrong about which direction you're heading. You are not sure about anything anymore - except that she's close, she's brilliant, and she's watching.