Cy nodded absently, taking in the sight of a rebuilt London. No longer chard and beaten, but covered in a cool rain and light fog. “I’ll get it Ammour, you look like you just got off a thresher maw.” The ginger giggled.
Setting away with an objecting Bruce, the Officer made her way across the small sub-station to the taxi terminal, lazily tapping the screen and issuing the commands for a family sized sky-car. The idea amused her and she selected a dark paint job for the set, swiping her credit chit for completion.
“Bry-ann~ do you want some help with your things?” Cyrus asked when she sauntered back.
Bryann shook her head to Cyrus’s question when her girlfriend returned. “No, leanbh, I’ve got it.” she was feeling supercharged in the rainy weather, and was excited to be returning home. She used her biotics to Lift the luggage of the two ladies, and dump it in the trunk.
They got into the shuttle, Bruce’s cage stuck in the back seat, and Bryann began the trip home. It was a long trip, and on the ferry across the canal they had to get coffee. Well, coffee for Bryann and an energy drink for Cyrus.
It took them about 10 hours to get to Enniscrone, it was near dawn when they were finally arriving. Cyrus was dozing in the passenger seat, by Bryann was too wired. She hadn’t been back to her home for nearly ten years. When she first caught a glimpse of the old house in the distance she shook Cyrus awake.
They made their way up the long drive, Bryann’s heart pounding for reasons beyond excitement to see her childhood home.