"Shh, shh, shh~" Charles's boots crunched oddly on the pitted ground.
A large group of rats surrounded the crowd, warily observing the pitch-black environment.
Charles and his group had mounted the meteorite path, and they were heading resolutely towards the "table" mentioned by the rats.
With a snap, Charles opened his somewhat worn golden pocket watch, glanced at it, and then put it back into his pocket.
Exactly two months had passed. Today was the day he had agreed to meet with T. If the Foundation had accepted T's proposal, their people should also be on the island by now.
The island was not large, and after a while, Charles spotted the table that Lily had mentioned.
Near two aircraft that looked like black fighters, there was a square table with no signs of anyone around.
The table appeared to be metallic, its silver-white surface reflecting the light of a flashlight, spotless.
