all around you are familiar faces

[zuckered]

Life tends to be a matter of delayed reactions to Mark Zuckerberg. It's rare for him to realize the full impact of a decision in the moment, hard for him to take into account the very visceral and human reactions that overcome people, since they so rarely grip him in turn. But notice them he still does, now being one of those times. It's been days since he's seen Wichita, weeks even, and the sudden realization hits him late at night as he stares up at the ceiling, resolving to see what's wrong.

The last place he expects to find her is on the Compound roof, and yet, there she is. He thinks it's her, anyway. Sometimes in the dim light of dusk, it's hard to tell with people who share faces, all of them carrying a general sense of enthusiasm about them.

Stepping forward, Mark cranes his neck to get a better view. "Wichita?" he asks, voice hushed.