Stray

Trent Plague wasn’t a disease that would wait for someone. Medes used the treasured Tin Soldiers position array to forcibly teleport himself to the nearest public teleportation array where Flint was.

The young omni-scientist didn’t have time to clean up his appearance, stained robe, messy hair and beard. Under the chaotic bangs, tears dripped uncontrollably through the cracked silver plate of the teleportation array.

He may never have the opportunity to use it again.

Flint looked worse than Medes. He hadn’t seen him in just five months, but Flint was frighteningly thin right now, and he no longer saw the brilliance in his eyes. It was like all his muscles and internal organs were pulled out while he was alive, leaving only a dying body behind.

Medes wasn’t sure if he wanted to hug his former leader.

“Let me see Miss Ramon,” he said simply, walking towards the simple house.

Oliver in the illusion suddenly clenched Nemo’s hand. Unfortunately, he could only see half his mother’s face— Sonia was reclining on the head of the bed, with a soft cloth wrapped around her eyes. She gently put one hand on her obviously large belly and had a soothing smile at the corner of her mouth. Even with only having her face exposed, the smile was still sweet.

“Mr. Medes,” she greeted politely. “Hello, this is the first time we have met. Unfortunately, I can’t get out of bed to greet you properly.”

She paused for a while. “Is there any food on the table on the left? I’m hungry.”