Self-Made Atlas

In town, on a Tuesday, Tucker buys a bag of chips from a corner store and as the cashier checks him out, they ask where he’s headed next. He opens his mouth to speak. Subtly, the music branches before him, and he hears: “Oh, uh—sorry for your loss,” heading left and “Wish that were me” to the right.Subconsciously, he leans right. “Just home,” he lies.“Wish that were me.” The cashier shares a commiserating look with Tucker. They hand him his change. “Have a good one.”“You too,” Tucker says, and walks out, popping the bag open as he goes.Outside, he turns left toward the cemetery to meet Sam and Danny for a picnic by the tombstone the town had established for Phantom. And he notices nothing out of place.