"I can't believe it's a real treehouse." Like an actual house built up in an actual tree. "Six hundred private acres, too. No one but us for, like, miles."

And thankfully, their cell phones still worked, since Annie had checked on that right away. (Which meant that Annie had also received one more message from Vought this morning, and she, thus, had something of a belated birthday present. Sort of. He'd at least love it.)