I've flown across all of the old places.
Are they avoiding me?
I remember seeing them everywhere.
Where have they gone?
I felt their terrible greatness here.
I will find it again.
Mark Locust finally made his way back to the site of the greatest events of his life. The trip out to Tau-37 was a long string of memory. Blazing past the Gallic interdiction forces. His compatriot, whose name he never could remember, bursting into flames amid the sapphire hail of the Gaul fighters. The excitement, the recklessness, and most of all, the worst decision.
It is sad that memories aren't like a hangover. Cure the pain with more of the poison.
He also met "Susan" at the Freeport on one occasion. He couldn't help but wonder where she had gone.
I suppose, if I'm lucky, she'll be around here somewhere once again.
The man enters into one of the common areas between the various public areas of note. Remembering his last encounter, and having no better way to choose his course of action, he makes his way into the public dome to search for "Susan." He adjusts his Houstoner's hat to block a bit of the synthetic light of the dome as he begins his search.
