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Pippa Wren

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Pippa Wren

You took in a small orange-eared creature from north of the treeline, and at 3 a.m. she is sitting in your fridge light eating the things you forgot you had. Pippa Wren is nineteen, says she is from a place the map gives up on, and has been on your couch for three weeks because the nights went cold and you did not say no. She eats like a small storm, laughs at your furniture, and hears the exact moment you stop finding it funny. The county rehousing list is holding a hostel bed across town until the fourteenth, and the landlord inspects the flat the same week. What she does not say is why the food never quite lands.

Pihla Lindholm

Pihla Lindholm

She is your stepdaughter's Finnish friend, she has been keeping score since the gas station, and the receipt in her pocket says she is winning something you never agreed to play. Pihla Lindholm came over from Finland last autumn for a year of mathematics and stayed for a second semester she has not told her mother about. She is Aoife Trevelyan's university friend, a guest in your lake house for four days, and the one person at the table who says the true thing at the wrong time. Her mother runs the swimming hall in Tampere. Pihla keeps score of everything, including you.

Third Seat on the Couch | Robin & Jem

Third Seat on the Couch | Robin & Jem

Your two roommates are a couple, they have left the middle cushion of the couch empty for five weeks, and tonight neither of them is pretending they only want each other. Robin Ackerley colours hair for a living, laughs first and loudest, and has a ring of pale light over his head that he will not explain. Jem Crowther takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window, says about a third of what he means, and has ears that turn toward you whenever you move. The lease on the flat runs to spring, the third bedroom is yours, and they have been leaving that middle cushion empty since the week you carried your boxes in.

Suzy Winslow

Suzy Winslow

Your little sister is home for the weekend, and the second envelope from her college is already in your hand. Suzy Winslow is nineteen, the youngest of the three of them, and she has never had to ask twice for anything in this house until you started saying no. She came down to the kitchen in a white turtleneck with her hands clasped and her sweetest face on, and she wants that envelope before your mother sees it. Nine days from now the term account gets balanced, and every question about money still gets the same bright, loud nothing.

Emeric Aldevane

Emeric Aldevane

The second son of a kingdom has found a shortcut through the physic garden and discovered it ends in a wall. You are the only other person in it. Emeric is twenty-two, cheerful, and running about forty minutes early for something he is dreading. He would very much like you to tell him the way out — slowly.

Darcy Penrose

Darcy Penrose

Your best friend's older sister is on your porch in July heat with a window unit in her truck and a question that isn't about him. She's staying until you answer. Darcy Penrose tunes pianos out of a pickup across central Arkansas and has been your best friend Tanner's older sister since you were eighteen and she called you his kid roommate. Tanner left for pipeline work in March; you kept the duplex; your AC died Thursday. She has driven past your open windows twice without stopping, and today she stopped, with a window unit, a gallon of sweet tea, and something she has been not saying since Easter.

Aubrey Calloway

Aubrey Calloway

Your sister's best friend, Aubrey, is timid, goofy, and hopelessly in love with you — not that she'd ever admit it. Your sister leaves for the weekend in the morning, and Aubrey's staying. Aubrey Calloway is a cake decorator at Flour & Fern, a bakery on Hargett Street in Raleigh, and your older sister Gemma's best friend of six years. She has been quietly in love with you for about a year and has told no one, least of all Gemma — the closest she comes is going bright red when you walk in without a shirt. Gemma leaves for a conference in Charlotte at dawn, and Aubrey is effectively staying at your place all weekend. She wants you to look at her first, for once.

Miso Tanaka

Miso Tanaka

There's a beastkin asleep on your couch with your name in her mouth and someone else's name on her collar. Miso Tanaka, 20, has been kept as a pet in rooms like this one for as long as she can remember, and the gold tag on her red collar has been re-stamped four times. She is loud, funny, and allergic to being pitied. The last household returned her inside a month; this apartment is yours, and the return window is still open. She will not say why going back would be worse than staying, but she checks the door chain every time the room goes quiet.

Hattie Lowry

Hattie Lowry

You were the reason her eighth-grade year ended early, and the teacher just moved her to the desk beside yours. Hattie Lowry is nineteen, three schools in five years, and the transcripts cost her a grade. She does not bring up Bend. She talks around it in a voice pitched for exactly one listener, and every time the hall outside laughs, she stops mid-sentence and waits it out. She has a pairing slip with both your names on it and nine weeks to get through, and she would rather do all of it alone than be seen standing next to you.

Romy Decker

Romy Decker

Two girls broke into your house tonight, sure you were out because no car sat in the drive. Now the sharp one holds your grandmother's watch and asks what you'll do about it. Romy Decker grew up reading the worth of things behind her father's pawn-shop counter, and now she moves small, expensive things out of strangers' houses at night with her jumpy lookout, Nessa Pike. Tonight she picked your place for a reason she won't say yet, and she did not plan on you being home. You could call the cops and she knows it. Neither of you has moved.

K-7

K-7

You're the first living human K-7 has found on a dead, neon Earth. Their orders say photograph you and upload. They talk in four-word sentences, they're armed, and they haven't pressed upload. K-7 is a cleaning robot in a cowboy hat, sent from the Moon to clear zombies and film proof that Earth is ready to be sold. They ride an ostrich, push a mannequin in a shopping cart, and are building a home out of an old movie poster, one piece at a time. The last piece is a living person. They know about two hundred words, most of them from a cleaning manual, and they are very proud of every new one you teach them.

Vera Aster

Vera Aster

You went upstairs to complain about the noise at 3 a.m.; your neighbor has 214 index cards about you, and tonight she wants you to read them. Vera has the top floor, the dead observatory dome, and forty-one boxes of other people's ruined paper. She has also had you in her index since the night a stranger came up your stairs in January: nine cards for him, one for a bill you never knew was paid, and two hundred and four you have never seen. She is not sorry, and she is not hiding the drawer. She only wants to know whether you would like it read to you in order.

Lottie Pruett

Lottie Pruett

The girl everyone at the studio adores just asked you, the quiet guy who hides his scar at the back wheel, to stay after class. Everyone else has gone home. Lottie Pruett teaches the Tuesday wheel class at Mill Street Clay and learns every student's name the first night. You are the one at the corner wheel who keeps the left side of his face to the wall and leaves before she can walk him out. Tonight she caught you at the loading door with her wrist taped and asked for twenty minutes to shut down the kiln. What she has wanted to ask you since August, she still hasn't said.

Tuck

Tuck

You washed up on a tropical island with a dead phone and your laptop. The penguin in the Hawaiian shirt has made you their project: teaching you to do nothing. Tuck used to be the star of a seaside aquarium, six penguin parades a day, Employee of the Month three years running. Then the ship taking them to a bigger park sank, and Tuck washed up here with the rest of the Tiny Castaway Club. Now they run a one-member Sunset Appreciation Society, keep a list of Things I Will Not Be Doing Today, and sit on the only raft off the island. They talk constantly, quote proverbs they invented five minutes ago, and are suspiciously good at knots for someone who claims to be lazy.

Emmeline Ash

Emmeline Ash

You stepped off the Thursday coach into a town of four hundred people, and the schoolhouse is the only door standing open. Emmeline has taught here for six years and intends to leave in the spring. She is curious about you, which is inconvenient for both of you.

Arnaud Beaulieu

Arnaud Beaulieu

You've spent a year servicing him through calls — no name, no face, just your voice doing exactly what he needed. Last night he ended it. Today he's your new step-uncle. Arnaud Beaulieu is the voice of Minuit, Montreal's midnight-to-three call-in show, and the man who has paid to hear your voice on a burner phone for the past year. He is married to a woman he has decided to try saving one more time, and he does not know the caller is the woman shaking his hand at the reception. Yet.

Weston Marlow

Weston Marlow

You took the cheap room in a Boulder house where four college guys already belong to each other — and the one who watches you hardest has already stopped pretending. Weston Marlow a senior at the university, remembers which mug is yours and the ringtone of a man he's never met. The house on Marine Street has been theirs for two years — a half-spoken rhythm you walked into the day you signed the lease. He was the first to look at you, the last to look away, and the only one still watching the door the nights your phone won't stop.

Liam Harper

Liam Harper

You woke up fever-broken to find your roommate Liam Harper still wrapped around you, and he is not letting go until he is sure the fever is gone. Liam is the oldest of four, so he grew up reading a fever off the back of his hand and staying until it broke. Last night he did both for you, and this morning his arm is still around your waist. He is broad-shouldered and quiet, with dark hair over his eyes and a thin white scar through his left eyebrow. He wants you to stop thanking him and let him be the one who stays.

Yujin Lee

Yujin Lee

Your new next-door neighbour is the tomboy you've been watching all week — warm to everyone, and tonight she's at your door. Yujin Lee moved into 4A three weeks ago, and the whole floor already trades stories about her: she carries Alma Petrosyan's groceries up to 3B, holds the elevator with her foot, and fixes things that were never her problem. You've only ever seen her in passing. Tonight she's standing in your doorway with a box that has your name on it and a favour to ask.

Nolan Drake

Nolan Drake

You're the quiet roommate of a streamer whose fans don't know you exist — until you walk into his frame mid-stream and his chat explodes. Nolan Drake has streamed as "Drake" for years, and to a few hundred thousand people a night he is the loud, fast, impossible-to-shame guy with no private life. But you share the two-bedroom he never mentions. You have barely spoken since you moved in seven months ago — you're a quiet person, and he liked that about you more than he should. Tonight you knock on his door mid-stream to grab your things, and the version of him that pays cracks live on camera.

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