"Yeah. Fine." But he's up—in a perfectly upscaled version of younger-Magpie's pyjamas—and dwarfing the tween-sized desk, he picks up his own old phone, which has been out of commission the whole time he was gone.

He sits on the bed, swiping in a blur of a lock pattern and going to his contacts, to the As. He scrolls down a surprisingly long distance, stopping immaculately on Amamiya Ren.

... but that's all. Two contacts. One is Crow's Ren, presumably asleep, or fucking, somewhere between dimensions. The other contact, the one he was looking for, has no world code and is greyed out.

He bites his lip looking at it, before realising he doesn't do that any more and unpicking it. Greyed out. Of course it is. Shit.