The morning comes and with it a great deal of pain. You chase it away with some more cinnamon. In the same clothes you came in yesterday you emerge from the sleeping pod. The brunette you boucht yesterday follows. You try your best to ignore her.
The market is overflowing with sound as usual. The high number on your wrist earns you multiple second glances before you duck into the clothing stall and buy a long sleeved top. Next stop is Martha. Half cyborg half human that has been dealing semiillegal parts for the better part of milenium. Your request is clear. Oxy support, couple of engins and a steering pod. And of course, some tape. She gives you a weird look but brings all you asked to predetermined location. As you head there, your head finally clears enough to realize that the brunette is still following. That you bought her. Your journey suddenly includes an inn as well. The Girl whose name you refuse to ask for offers to carry the keg but you don't let her. After all it will be much ligter by the time you arrive to where you're headed.
Once there you get to work. Even in the state you're in, you still remember the time you realized that they shut off the gravitation generators in some places. You still remember the first mad ride mid air on stolen scooter with Her behind you. Her laughther. The spark in Her eyes. The night that belonged to the two of you.
The keg is almost empty by the time you are finally satisfied with your work.
The Not-her waits patiently. She can't do much else but you try not to think about that.
You try not to think about how she must come with you now. If you leave her here she's no better than shot in the head. Speaking of shooting, the illegal Beamer hangs heavy on your belt.
You are running out of time.
He will be passing above you soon.
It's almost like the races.
No gravity holding you back.
Different girl holding onto you.
A ship passing above you.
You could scream when you feel the magnets engaging.
With a click you are locked to His craft.
A zap from the Beamer shatters the pannel on the bridge. They built it to whitstand asteroids but not suiciders with laser guns.
Everyone is sucked out. Exept for Him.
My vision gets dark. He took Her from me. The pages fly all around me, escaping to the lower preassure.
Like the glass he shatters.
His breath no more than more oxygen escaping. His voice no more that turning of the wheels.
Beamer in my hand I step near him.
The gravity machine preventing him from being whisked away also prevents him from moving.
„Earth, fifteenth century“
With the machine still holding him in place I type in the coordinates.
Of course his own ship had the newest tech. Of course his ship could travel in time. Of course it didn't have a safety.
The world fades in black as the copper makes his presence known once more and the realities shift.
„Dad! Dad, what's happening? Dad say something! Please“
Brown hair on the floor next to you.
Blue and white dots dancing in your vision.
Little boy crying for his father.
With ringing in your ears you step towards the hole in the glass.
The boy's cries get all disorted and you are sure that something is wrong.
As the world goes dark the last thing you hear are his desperate pleas.
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