Oct 1, 2026 · 34 min · 5 segments
Sophie Hamilton's twin is missing, and the last trace of her leads to a crumbling Welsh coastal village - known to outsiders as the Death Town. But Sophie is not the only one searching. There's Kai…
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Kai says.
His eyes flick to the rear view mirror, hoping Mabel will catch eyes with him and pretend she cares.
She doesn't.
He doesn't know what he was thinking, as if Josh would talk any sense about that night, the night on the videotape taking up space on the passenger seat.
For a brief moment, he side-eyes the video, resisting the temptation to throw it out of the window.
But there's a small part of him, that small part that can still hear Claudia's voice in his mind that says, "Isn't it time you looked at what's hurting you?" And Kai can tell it's Claudia's voice, not his own, because he would never say that.
He would say, well, he doesn't rightly know, and he suspects it has something to do with not going on his daily run today, a way to pound out his thoughts with footfalls, to ease his meandering mind with the sound of his heavy labored breath.
He feels the itch to run, to run away from the tape beside him, to run away from the ridiculous quarrel with Josh.
Of all outcomes, that was the one he dreaded the most, and now it has happened, he feels as lost as he did way back when.
"Stupid symbol.
Stupid study.
Stupid me." He almost blurts, "Stupid Sophie," but stops short.
No matter how angry he is at himself, he can't project it onto the sad girl with the splintered soul, and he understands now the depth of his desperation.
He realizes he wanted to help her, impress her, and now he has nothing to show for this trip, no data on EMF and no data on the symbol.
"You have the recording," Claudia reminds him, and for the first time since her death, he swats, actually physically swats, her voice away with a hand as if she was a pesky fly.
Silence.
And now he has it.
He's not sure he likes it.
He's getting moody again.
It's not a natural state, and he can't rightly tell if it's all this nonsense with Josh, that he failed to get the information for Sophie, or because he's driving back to Llangellin with its depressing dark clouds and gloomy outlook.
"It's EMF," Kai reminds himself.
That's why he's here.
He anchors himself back onto his own path instead of being pulled along by Sophie's compass.
He stops at a tiny petrol station, filling up, and while paying, notices a hiking trail leaflet on the counter.
He picks it up for purchase, and the old man behind the counter eyes him suspiciously as he pays.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Kai says.
His eyes flick to the rear view mirror, hoping Mabel will catch eyes with him and pretend she cares.
She doesn't.
He doesn't know what he was thinking, as if Josh would talk any sense about that night, the night on the videotape taking up space on the passenger seat.
For a brief moment, he side-eyes the video, resisting the temptation to throw it out of the window.
But there's a small part of him, that small part that can still hear Claudia's voice in his mind that says, "Isn't it time you looked at what's hurting you?" And Kai can tell it's Claudia's voice, not his own, because he would never say that.
He would say, well, he doesn't rightly know, and he suspects it has something to do with not going on his daily run today, a way to pound out his thoughts with footfalls, to ease his meandering mind with the sound of his heavy labored breath.
He feels the itch to run, to run away from the tape beside him, to run away from the ridiculous quarrel with Josh.
Of all outcomes, that was the one he dreaded the most, and now it has happened, he feels as lost as he did way back when.
"Stupid symbol.
Stupid study.
Stupid me." He almost blurts, "Stupid Sophie," but stops short.
No matter how angry he is at himself, he can't project it onto the sad girl with the splintered soul, and he understands now the depth of his desperation.
He realizes he wanted to help her, impress her, and now he has nothing to show for this trip, no data on EMF and no data on the symbol.
"You have the recording," Claudia reminds him, and for the first time since her death, he swats, actually physically swats, her voice away with a hand as if she was a pesky fly.
Silence.
And now he has it.
He's not sure he likes it.
He's getting moody again.
It's not a natural state, and he can't rightly tell if it's all this nonsense with Josh, that he failed to get the information for Sophie, or because he's driving back to Llangellin with its depressing dark clouds and gloomy outlook.
"It's EMF," Kai reminds himself.
That's why he's here.
He anchors himself back onto his own path instead of being pulled along by Sophie's compass.
He stops at a tiny petrol station, filling up, and while paying, notices a hiking trail leaflet on the counter.
He picks it up for purchase, and the old man behind the counter eyes him suspiciously as he pays.
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