He grabbed the data-pad and moved toward the door. Outside, the world was a blur of grey and neon, a city drowning in its own shadow. He looked back at her one last time before stepping into the storm.
"You’re doing it again," Sarah said, her voice barely a whisper. "Doing what?" "Thinking about the 'After.'"
Elias leaned back, his chair creaking. "It’s the only thing keeping the air in my lungs, Sarah. When this is over… I’m going to find that house in the Highlands. The one with the real windows. Not reinforced plexiglass, just glass." Sarah managed a tired smile. "And the garden?"