Memento Vivere, Nineteen

[keaalu]

( Skydash had stood in the garage doorway for a very long time, watching as the port quietened down in the deepening gloom. Passengers dwindled, vehicles parked up, lights came on. Cleaning crews came out to sweep the runways. Trucks serviced and refuelled the fog-lifters. She’d watched for most of the afternoon to see Blink coming round the corner from the security wing, distressed but safe – but nothing. Maybe she was lost, maybe her travelcard had run out of credit. Maybe it was as simple as choosing to walk home... Maybe something horrible had happened. )