"It's... incredible. What is it?"
"Eyes and ears, everywhere."
"Is my living room on one of those screens?"
"Yes. That one," Ira pointed at a screen far in the distance, squinting and getting on her tip toes as if actually trying to reach it. I chuckled at her playful gesture and she smirked back in return. It was like we were in high school again.
"I'm sorry about your mother," she said after a short pause. I looked back down at her sombrely. "She was always really kind to me," she continued.
"You were there right?" I asked her abruptly.
"Oh. Yes, I'm sorry about that I-"
"No no, it's fine. I just. I've been, confused. This has all been really strange and I was never 100% sure if you were connected to all this."
"Yeah, I figured the pizza would-"
"It did," I said with a smile. Her demeanour relaxed, and she smiled back.
"So, how are you connected to all this?" I asked her. She looked slightly confused and answered back matter-of-factly, "I run it."
"I'm in charge," she responded sternly again.
"You're in charge?"
"I think that's what I just said."
I stayed silent for a second. Out of disbelief.