Cara Riesling – 9 hours until impact

Cara sighed

“Can’t we just...I don’t know…put all of this behind us?”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t stuck in a dark sewer for hours, afraid that the only people you’d ever known were dead.”

“Is it so hard for you to realize that it wasn’t my fault?” Cara shot back, “I’m sure it was a horrible experience and all, but I didn’t ask for a robot to knock me out and almost gas me to death!”

Valyria looked somewhat surprised.

“You know,” Cara started, “Raygo did put me up to this. And, to be honest, it surprises me. When we were out of that ‘dark sewer’, he had it a lot worse than me. He almost…”

The words caught in her throat and she blinked away the stinging in her eyes.

“Believe it or not, we had to suffer too. Maybe not in a sewer. But that doesn’t mean you can blame the fact that we got separated on me.”

Valyria sighed.

“I didn’t…ugh…” she started, “I’m not good with this kind of thing, okay? With people, and arguments, and all of this complicated crap. If it means anything to you…sorry.”

Cara stopped, in shock. Valyria opened the door and stepped out, and in a few moments Raygo had caught up to her.

“How did it go?” he asked, tentatively.

“I…she…she apologized.” Cara sputtered.

“Wow. So…you’ve made up?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

Raygo opened the door and gestured for her to go through.

“You’ll figure it out.”

Cara walked into the hall, pulling up her hood. It was getting colder. Probably because she’d turned down the heating,

The gym lights shut off behind them, and Cara stuffed her hands into her pockets.

“Cold?” Raygo asked, smiling.

She nodded, teeth chattering.

Raygo took one of her hands in both of his and she watched in amazement as his skin started to glow orange.

Cara gaped as her ice-cold hand warmed.

“What? You can do that?”

He grinned.


Valyria turned around and Cara quickly shoved her hand into her pocket.

“We’re in the amenities wing.” She offered, looking at the blueprints, “Dry cleaning is on our left, and the pool and library should be just ahead.”

Cara cleared her throat.

“Um…if you want to…try and find some clothes in the dry cleaner’s…Raygo and I can wait.”

Valyria raised an eyebrow as if looking for confirmation and Raygo nodded.

She disappeared into a room, and Raygo turned to Cara with pleasant surprise on his face.

“That was nice.”

Cara shrugged, walking towards another door.

“Peace offering, I guess. Do you think there are records in the library?”

“Maybe.” Raygo offered, “We might as well check it out.”

She checked the door and, finding it locked, focused and pried it open with her mind.

“We still have the access card, you know.” Raygo said as they walked in, “You could have tried that.”

“Oh please.” She replied, “I’m just trying to impress you.”

He might have been blushing, but Cara had busied herself with the rows of shelves and didn’t notice.

“Apples…apes…anaphylaxis…” she read off, pulling a face, “This doesn’t look like anything that could help us…”

“I guess it makes sense.” Raygo replied, distant, “They wouldn’t want something sensitive like records to be accessible to the people that lived here.”

“Probably not.” Cara agreed, “Considering that they were busy cooking up freaks like me.”

"Aw, don't say that."

"Why not?"

"If you're a freak, then so am I." he stated simply, picking up a book.

"Birds of a feather flock together, right?" Cara laughed, almost sadly.

He didn't reply and she craned her neck to look at the book he was holding.

"What's that?"

"I don't know...It looks familiar."

"What's it called?"

Raygo turned the cover to face her.

"The Bible."

The End

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