"Yeah," she said. "Sometimes people just go missing because the City sends them home. Like my roommate? This guy she likes, he was gone for years before the City pulled him back one day out of the blue. And then there's--well, I had a friend, and he's gone now." She shrugged again, eyes downcast. "I met the City once. He seemed nice. A little weird. I thought he was high. So if it's like that all the time, then I suppose there's no figuring out why it does what it does with who it does it with."
Megan gave him a slightly pained look. "I thought they might be lonely," she said defensively. "Anyway, you can start whenever you'd like. There's not much going on right now, which is why I was talking to the clock radios. Later on it's the cell phones' turn." She rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Me, fix things? That's rich. But I can try." She wagged a finger at him. "Don't say I didn't warn you when things go all explode-y, though."