So, unlike the cicada shell memories, Chanel quickly deduces, she’s able to go around touching stuff. Amazing. She makes an immediate dive into Mr. Berzelius’ pockets in search of his phone, limping along because she refuses to remove her one remaining stiletto. “Ooh. And maybe there’s some family pictures.”

Sorry, Mr. Crockett, they’ll surely save you eventually, but she’s needed to know this all year.