Quarter Quelled
2.
He sits up blearily. The sun is too bright, even though they're indoors. And the people are too loud.
The others sit up as well: slowly, disorient. The scene is a foreign one at first, but then they remember: remember what they'd left, where they'd come to. But there was something...different. Too bright. A bit cold as well. There was a chill in the air the lightly dressed dwellers didn't seem to note.
The chill follows them into the evening sun, under the clock tower that saystwenty past six and no date at all, not telling them how long they've been gone, how worried their families have been, what has changed for them...
They wander. They shouldn't linger, if they are home, but they lingered still. Are their digital selves dead? Or is their role simply done?
It feels like there is more to do - but how, when they've been tossed into their own world like they've done nothing at all?
