Dawn arrived. The fires that left scars across the earth and tore up stone had been extinguished, and what evidence was left was only spoken of by solemn whispers and gossip. The site where the laboratory had once stood was now underwater, left to be a memory to those who had once visited the holy machine.

Pidge flicks at a lighter, lighting up his last bummed cig while he and Seven stare into the water. They had been there for some time now, silent alongside one another, the silence broken by Pidge's newborn addiction. He draws in a breath and blows out wisps of smoke..

The air seems to ripple as something crawls under it.