Chapter Twelve
Zero Gravity
Hazy green sunlight pours through an open window, casting its way inside a derelict room, shining on two humans. Their eyes are closed, faces dirty and glistening with sweat.
An ever-growing rumbling builds from the street below, stirring Alex from his sleep. His eyes flicker lazily at first, then widen to attention, noticing tiny floating particles drifting past his glasses. They’re only light things: a feather, a leaf, a small piece of soft fabric, paper. He watches them in awe for a second or two while Travis still sleeps. Mani stands beside the window, her head bowed in a recharging pose.
Alex’s ears tune in to the Jurassic rumble coming from outside. He carefully stands to his feet, stretching hard. “Ouch!” He winces in pain, having forgotten his should
