I would have left both of them in the alley if not for the Finder. Nasty emotional scavengers that follow me from city to city. I loath them for many reasons, not the least of which is that I cannot touch them. I will have to move on soon, before they get to thick in the city. But I have a Rewire to finish first.

Through physical contact she remains docile and I see the ghostly image of her personality superimposed over reality. Wires of different colors make up a pattern that took me decades to decipher…I am not proud of my first attempts at Rewiring, but I carry those ghosts without complaint.

As I study the woman’s pattern, my body moves mechanically towards my flat. My eyes trace lines of green, blue, and yellow while my hand jingles keys and I walk us up steps.

I shut my front door just as I find the knot I had been looking for, the one that makes her a victim. It’s small, she will not scream for long.

When I finish I see a hungry face pressed against my window.

I pack my things and leave.