โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ ทรีซี่ เอเวอร์เร็ตต์

The station is quieter than it should be. Tracy stands by her desk, file closed, eyes drifting to Donna across the room. Still working. Still digging. Her phone buzzes. Unknown number. She answers. “Everette.” A pause. “You’re harder to reach than you used to be.” Tracy’s posture shifts. “…Captain?” “Retired.” Silence. “You’ve been busy,” he says. Tracy doesn’t answer. “You’re digging into something that doesn’t belong to you.” Her eyes flick to Donna. “Then maybe it should.” A faint exhale. “That sounds like someone you trusted.” That lands. Tracy’s voice lowers. “Say what you called for.” A beat. “You’re not chasing a mistake.” Silence. “You’re chasing a decision.” Her grip tightens. “…Whose?” A pause. “The man who taught you how to see it.” That hits. Hard. Across the room, Donna looks up—she feels the shift. “You won’t like how this ends,” the Captain says. Click. The line goes dead. Tracy lowers the phone slowly. For the first time— She’s not sure what she’s looking at anymore. Episode 8