The elevator arrived and they rode it down in silence while Peter sipped his coffee. Exiting the elevator, they walked in silence to the exit while Peter sipped his coffee, pushed through the front door of the hospital while Peter sipped his coffee.

A brisk, frigid gust of wind blasted Arrin and made him wish he had his scarf, which reminded him he’d been holding it in his hand when he’d lost consciousness. “You didn’t happen to find my scarf at the scene did you? I was holding it in my hands when I lost consciousness.”

“Hm. No, we didn’t find it, but it was a blustery day.”

Arrin sighed. The scarf was probably tangled in some bush or tree branch deep in the wild forests surrounding the colony, where perhaps a field mouse would use it t...

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