Inside the Governor's Mansion, Anna's words finally roused Charles to action. He knew she was right; he had to do something.
The situation on Earth's surface wasn't so simple to resolve; he couldn't wait for those above to descend, he should ascend first.
This wasn't just for the slim hope of saving his crew, but also to put a full stop on his many years of effort.
"My deskmate in second grade was a chubby kid. I can't remember his face. I don't know if it was taken by the 'Shadow' or I just forgot. It's been too long; I can't recall," Charles, reeking of alcohol, sat on the ground, pressing his head in pain as he struggled to describe his memories.
Beside him, Anna, with her legs crossed, grabbed a pen and continuously documented something on a notepad. "Hmm, and what about third grade? You changed deskmates, do you remember? Think hard about what she looked like."
