"Genta!" I repeat, tripping over myself in my haste to get to his cart, planting my hands on the counter and shaking my head as I pant and try to organize my thoughts. I hadn't realized how long I'd been running.

Not with any particular goal, of course. I think maybe I was trying ineffectually to outrun the truth.

"There's trouble," I finally choke out, once my breathing evens out. "Something terrible has happened."