The leftovers of what used to be Command washed up on the shore, still smoking from the bomb's impact. The giant submarine was now nothing but scrape metal. Amara stood in the sand hill overlooking the scene with tears in her eyes, Terminator standing next to her, silent, unmoved. Amara hugged him, pressing herself against his chest. He stood unmoved. Although she was getting his shirt wet with her tears, he didn't move. He didn't put his arm around her or anything, just stood there, letting her cry. He was never one for comforting. After a while, Amara finally began walking among the washed up ruins on the beach. With each step, came a sharp pain in the soles of her feet, telling her to go back, but she pressed on. She began turning pieces of the wreck over, looking for something. When she found it, she ripped it out and shoved it into her pocket. With a tear-streaked face, she stared at the setting sun and the explosion of joyful colors in the sky.
She must've stared at the sky for at least ten minutes. With the sky nearly dark, Terminator glanced around. Now was usually the time when Skynet released most if its machines. He began walking towards her among the ruins of Command. There were eerie, haunting memories at that place. He stood beside her and watched her face for a moment. Then, softly, he took her hand in his.
"It's not safe now. Lets go back," he said. He didn't wait for her answer. He began leading her back 'home'. Back at the base, John went out to meet them, slightly eyeing the clasped hands. He folded Amara in a hug.
"It came out of nowhere. We were blind sighted," he said trying to comfort her. But, Amara had cried all her tears and now she felt only emptiness. As Kate was checking Amara over, she noticed Amara's eyes were abnormally bloodshot.
"I suggest a lot of rest although it's nothing serious," Kate said patting Amara on the shoulder. When Kate left the room, Amara felt that thing she saved from the wreck in her pocket. Just to imagine that all the secrets Command had stored and the key was now in her pocket made her shudder. Command would spill its secrets sooner or later and Amara wanted to now them all.
"I will," she thought to herself. It meant life or death.