Myra stepped into the elevator, smiling at the memory of how pleased Nova had been when she finally saw the finished painting.
The little angel had run around showing it to the small household; Ms Doe and the Professor’s assistant who had been on his annual leave the past few days, so Myra never met him.
Now in the elevator, she stared down at the entirety of Ciaran complex through the glass of the elevator as it shut down.
This community still remained the most beautiful place she had ever seen, even from her international vacations.
But would she miss this place when she left?
She doubted it, not with its inhabitants.
She would miss someone though, Nova.
She had come to love the little girl, and now found herself often looking forward to seeing her face light up in happiness.
