"Riley, right here."
"A transmitter, but the clone holding it is missing."
Riley found himself crouching in a cramped, inconspicuous dirty alleyway, picking up a transmitter that was used to signal the space station whenever someone was found by a clone.
And yet, there was no sign of the clone, or anyone else for that matter — just Riley and Chihiro, who had woken up 3 days ago.
"I was wrong, the clone is not missing at all," Riley carefully placed the transmitter in one of his pockets, before trailing his finger across the dirty asphalt floor; brushing off some sort of metallic sand from the ground,
"It's dead, Chihiro."