Disclaimer: Don't own Trigun.
A/N: This is it. The last of the drabbles. Hope you all enjoyed reading my mumbo-jumbo.
Wake.
Eyes wide open.
Meryl shifts uncomfortably and pushes the hair back from her head. She breathes softly, listening to the anxious sleep-noises her roommates make. After staring up at the ceiling—can you really call it a ceiling?—she sits up and gasps suddenly at the cold air rushing up her back. Somewhere in the night, an airship makes her stately way across the black sky, the roar from her celestial engines shaking the room.
Meryl closes her eyes again, face in her hands.
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