Thirty
Persephone
Solus blinked a few times before his vision wasn’t fuzzy. He saw bright lights pouring into his eyes and covered them with a groan. As he sat up, the lab solidified in his sight. He scrambled up and looked around on-guard. He could only hear his own movements, hear the distant chatter of news on a stream. He turned his head to the stream on a giant glass window overlooking the deep ocean.
He went over to a computer where he saw the data sleeve he had given Alice by the screen, and a memory card. He saw a little suitcase partially open on the chair by the computer, inside the smell of lilies and pomegranate punched his core, evoking the shape of her in his mind.
“…we’re live with breaking news—”
In the stream, a fire roared at Lighthouse, the building razed. The feed
