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logged the previous morning.
    David stared blankly at the screen. He hadn't slept for a few hours; he'd slept more than a day away.
    "Citizen, medical drones were dispatched to assist you; however, the emergency was resolved without our aid. To ensure your health and well-being, please meet with a qualified medical technician within the week. Thank you for using V-Net."
    The second message didn't list a sender, which told David exactly who it was from.
    "I don't know what that crazy stunt was all about, but this little game you cobbled together is adequate. You got off easy, Harris, real easy. Don't let me catch you digging into things you shouldn't again. I will be watching."
    He sighed in relief and deleted the message.
    Good riddance. I hope the unbuffered g-forces give you a heart attack.
    With that crisis resolved, David decided to do some investigating. He headed to the link alcove and climbed into his chair, but instead of logging into the network he retrieved the system records. The lights in the room dimmed, and a display screen lowered in front of him.
    He thought about the medical notice and checked the personal monitors. The first notable hover-bike entries made sense: heightened levels of adrenaline, blood pressure fluctuations from the g-forces. The next entry tracked an abrupt surge in heart rate.
    Me doing my eagle impression.
    Then, signs of system-wide shock. The next couple entries were scrambled, but the following lines made his mouth fall open.
    Respiratory arrest. Heart rate zero. Death imminent. And then… all systems register normal.
    A face hovering above him.
    David sat back, stunned. "She really did save my life." A name finally connected with the image in his mind. "Analara."
    He opened the activity log next, hoping to find the module he'd broken into. Given that the hover-bike game was illegal, its location was masked and the trace data came back garbled. He was disappointed, but not surprised, when the traces after the accident returned with errors.
    David paused in thought. No one had ever physically broken through from one module into another. There was no material space in V-Net. To top it all off, the hover-bike module was sealed from general V-Net traffic.
    Still, the recall trace had found him, wherever he'd gone. There had to be a record of it somewhere in the network. David furiously typed in commands, sorting through every database he could access. He couldn't find anything.
    With a sigh, he exited the program and stood up. His body still clamored for food, but his mind remained preoccupied. He was determined to find the mystery module again, if only to thank Analara for everything she'd done.
    If the system couldn't tell him where to locate her, then he would find someone who could.
    Finally succumbing to hunger, David made a sandwich and tackled it with abandon. He grabbed a few snacks from the kitchen, slipped on his earphone and made a call.
    "Hey, Jessica," he said between bites.
    "There you are! I called you several times yesterday to find out what happened. You're not off to the Reformer's Hall, I hope?" she asked.
    David rolled his eyes and took another bite. "As if I'd let them send me there again. I'm not calling about that though. I wanted to see if you were familiar with a fantasy module I found yesterday."
    "Fantasy module?" Jessica sounded surprised.
    "Yeah. I only saw a bit of it, but I hoped you could recognize a description, or know someone who would. I'm pretty sure it's a persistent module."
    "Hold it. Yesterday you were terrified that an entire squadron of V-Cops was going to descend on your apartment, tear you out of the network and completely destroy your life. Now you're asking me about a fantasy module?"
    David heard the thread of suspicion, but despite the warning sirens blaring in his head he plunged on. "From what I remember, it's something you'd really like. There was a massive forest of willows, and I'm pretty sure there's a green sky, or at the least a green