“Hello Michael.” Her dark brown hair was pulled back tight and her emerald eyes shone kindly at me. The contrast of the light blue ski jacket I’d seen her in before with the black jacket made out of a heavy canvas she now wore was significant to the perception of her. The contrast of the black with her pale sculpted face gave the impression of strength, a certain amount of toughness, not apparent before. She carried tablet in her left hand and her right index finger was busy moving on the screen. “I have to be honest. I didn’t expect to ever see you again,” I smiled. She walked closer until just a few feet away. “It’s good to see you again Michael.” “So, I guess you’re the mysterious friend?” “That’s right.” I moved over to where Sara and Alex’s bodies still lay motionless. I knew they were okay, I could somehow just feel it, but I checked to see each was still breathing all the same. After removing their headgear I confirmed they were both fine, out cold, but fine.
