Elius stepped back into the phasing bus, the same dimensional vehicle that had brought him through the wormhole his first day.
It hummed around him like an electric lullaby.
There was no Rockson to chat with this time.
Just his reflection in the flickering glass, golden eyes dimmer now, his mind weighed down with thoughts of clones, swords, and five unknown missions.
It didn't take long before he was back home.
The bus released him with a gentle hiss and vanished in a flash of shimmering light, and he found himself standing before the apartment door.
He placed his hand on the handle.
Unlocked.
Strange.
He always locked it before leaving.
He slowly pushed the door open.
His golden irises narrowed.
He wasn't alone.
Someone stood in the hallway ahead, barely visible through the dim lighting and shadows stretching in the apartment.
A woman.
A familiar one.
"Mom?" Elius asked.
Shannon didn't speak at first.
