After working tirelessly, all five of us gathered back in the living area to pool our information and figure out what to do next.
Exhausted, I fell down on one of the couches which was still dusty, but no longer covered in debris and rubble. Ryoko and I did a good job cleaning them.
Flavia joined us from the storage room with a big cardboard box while Astrid and Sim came back from clearing as much of the collapsed entrance.
“You alright?” I asked, earning a nod from Astrid.
“Yeah, fine.” She sat down in the corner of one of the green couches, her legs pulled up under her. Dark circles framed her red eyes, a clear indicator she’d been crying. Yet, she seemed more composed than before.
“Ahem.” Flavia cleared her throat, taking the attention off of Astrid. “I’ve got the inventory here.”
