Lost in the crowd at an industrial club. The way too loud music, the press of the bodies, and dance, dance, dance. Don’t think about yesterday or tomorrow just absorb the sound and move with the group.
He has been military for so long he doesn’t remember [his ideal place.] Even the thought of his wife feels like someone else’s life. He sees himself relaxing on the couch with her, but can’t remember if he liked it.
The dark cold of space no longer holds any appeal for Esben. The freedom of its vast openness used to choke him, knowing he was trapped inside this body [Edward Drake,] held down by gravity and unable to return to the endless void. First he accepted his circumstance, it meant survival after all. Then something happened. Change. Evolution.
It was strange going from the thoughts many down to two. But now there was a third, outside of themselves and while he understood it in part, it was what he didn’t understand, the part he likes the most. The joy of another’s unpredictability. His favorite place, strangely, had become the quiet moments alone with Lysandra where they could exchange a glance, a smile, a witty remark. Verbal sparring had become a game between them and he loved it when she won.
March 2015. Not much longer now.