Lisa looked up at the gray sky. The clouds looked lost. It was lost. Everything. The worst was that it won't ever come back. The dead wouldn't come back.
The cold wind made Lisa shivered, but she still stood, staring at the building. This was the last one, their last project. The end of the Sphinx before it threw itself from a cliff. If she knew, she would have done something. As always, she had only been causing problems. She regretted. Only if she hadn't done what she did. Only if they took her with them.
The tears slid down from her face, and wouldn't stop. This was it. No tombstone, no grave, not even a body. They ended as a part of the explosion, a moment of blast which echoed through the city. They ended up as a part of the terror in resonance.