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The construction site on 5th Street was quiet, bathed in the hum of halogen floodlights. In the center of the blocked-off road stood the prize: A single, dented, orange traffic cone.
Between Elian and the cone sat the obstacle: A security guard, asleep in a folding chair, a half-eaten sandwich balanced precariously on his chest.
Elian crouched behind a stack of bricks, his heart thumping against his ribs. "This is stupid," Elian whispered. "I'm going to jail for a piece of plastic."
"You're not going to jail," Lyra whispered back. She was floating directly above the sleeping guard, inspecting his sandwich. "He's in a deep REM cycle. I can see him dreaming about fishing. You're clear."
"What if he wakes up?"
"That's why we're partners," Lyra said, drifting back to Elian. She lowered herself until she was eye-level with him. "I'm your eyes in the sky. I can see everything. You just have to trust me. Can you do that?"
Elian looked at her. He was used to trusting textbooks and rules. Trusting a ghost felt dangerous. But looking at her serious expression, he nodded. "Okay. Tell me when to move."
"Wait for the car to pass..." Lyra watched the headlights sweep by on the main road. "Now. Go low. Stick to the shadows."
Elian moved. He crept forward, his sneakers silent on the pavement.
"Stop!" Lyra hissed.
Elian froze, one foot in the air. The guard snorted in his sleep. He shifted, the sandwich sliding an inch down his shirt.
"Okay," Lyra whispered. "He's settled. Move left. There's a pile of gravel on your right, don't step on it."
Elian stepped left. He hadn't seen the gravel. She had saved him. He reached the cone. Up close, it was dirty and smelled of tar. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He reached out. "Slowly," Lyra coached, hovering right next to his ear. Her voice was calm, grounding him. "Lift it straight up. Don't drag it."
Elian lifted the cone. It came free silently. He held it to his chest, grinning wildly. He looked at Lyra. She gave him a thumbs up.
CRUNCH.
Elian's smile vanished. He had shifted his weight backward and crushed a dry plastic water bottle under his heel. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet night.
The guard's eyes snapped open. The sandwich fell off his chest. "Hey! Who's there?!"
Elian froze, the cone clutched in his arms. "Run!" Lyra screamed.
Elian didn't hesitate. He bolted. "Hey! You kid! Come back here!" The guard scrambled out of his chair, fumbling for his flashlight.
Elian sprinted down the sidewalk, the cone banging against his knees. The beam of a flashlight swept over his head.
"Left!" Lyra shouted, flying ahead of him like a guidelight. "Take the alley on the left!"
Elian swerved into the alleyway. "Jump!" Lyra commanded. Elian leaped over a pile of trash bags he hadn't seen.
They burst out onto the next street, ran two more blocks, and finally collapsed onto a park bench, safely away from the scene of the crime.
The Park2:30 AM
Elian was gasping for air, his lungs burning. The orange cone sat on the bench between them like a trophy.
He leaned his head back, staring at the stars. "We... we almost died," Elian wheezed.
"He was an overweight security guard, Elian," Lyra laughed, floating above the bench. "He wasn't going to shoot you. But did you see his face? He dropped his sandwich!"
Elian started to laugh. It started as a chuckle, then turned into a full, belly-shaking laugh. The kind of laugh he hadn't laughed in years. "I can't believe I listened to you," Elian wiped a tear from his eye. "I trusted a ghost to navigate a construction site."
"And I got you out, didn't I?" Lyra said softly.
Elian stopped laughing. He looked at her. She wasn't manic or teasing right now. She was looking at him with a quiet pride. For the first time, Elian realized she wasn't just dragging him along. She was protecting him.
"Yeah," Elian said, his voice dropping. "You did."
He reached out and traced the rim of the dirty traffic cone. "I used to walk past that construction site every day," Elian admitted. "I always wanted to do something... wrong. Just to prove I wasn't a robot. But I was always alone. I thought if I got caught, no one would come for me."
He looked up at Lyra. "It's easier to be brave when someone is watching your back."
Lyra drifted down and sat on the other end of the bench. The cone sat between them, a ridiculous symbol of their bond. "I'll always watch your back, Elian," she promised. "For the next 27 days, at least."
The reminder of the deadline hung in the air, but it didn't feel heavy tonight. It felt like a challenge.
Elian grabbed the cone and stood up. He felt lighter. "Come on, Partner," he said. "Let's go home. We have a cake to eat tomorrow."
Lyra beamed. "Lead the way, Criminal."