Amelie docked her ship aboard Gap Station in Hangar Bay 3. Dark rings sat under her eyes, contrasting with her pale complexion. She was sweaty, tired, and longing for a drink. After climbing down from her Serval, she stumbled to the elevator, brushing her dark hair from her eyes with the fingertips of her hand.
The doors closed like sleepy eyes when she pressed the button for the upper levels. Soon the steady hum of machinery carried her upward through dozens of levels to her destination: the cafe.
After exiting the elevator, Amelie walked into the artistic masterpiece that is the cafe. She gave a signal wave to the man behind the counter and sat at a far table, near the observation window.
A few minutes passed. The Commissaire listened passively to the moderate activity of the cafe. When the waiter brought her coffee, she tipped him five credits and slowly sipped at the drink. She let the voices in the cafe dance about her ears, lulling her past consciousness.
Amelie's arms cushioned her head as she dozed peacefully by the window, planet Drome watching over her.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
