Back in the safe room, I silently watched Alia sleep as Terry sat by the intercom, occasionally getting updates from the Knights.Alia woke at around 11pm.Yawning loudly, her first telepathic words in my head were, “I’m really thirsty, Addy.”Once Alia was rehydrated, Terry retrieved one of Alia’s board games from our bedroom. Terry usually didn’t play with us, but this time she joined in. As we sat together on the folded blankets, Alia was soon talking and laughing as if nothing had happened.It was impossible to tell what long-term damage her run-in with the berserker might have caused, but my sister appeared to be in good spirits, for which I was extremely grateful. Terry and I didn’t tell her what we had done while she slept. Alia was a healer, and she never seemed to understand the concept of revenge anyway. I wished more people were like that.Midnight.“NH-1 Security to Gifford residence,” called the intercom.Terry stood and touched the intercom button. “Rabbit here, go ahead.”“Rabbit, security code, please.”Terry glanced at me.
