Inventory by Terry Winder
They'd been sitting in the Embassy library for more than an hour looking through the League obituary files.
They'd both come to grips with the harsh reality that they'd aged less than a minute, while the world had aged thirty-three years. People they'd eaten lunch with yesterday were gone, some dead for decades.
Most had died violently.
All had died valiantly.
She knew whose name he was looking for. She knew that Mari had competed with her 'ghost,' but she knew she couldn't compete with Mari's ghost.
They both breathed a sigh of relief when Mari's name was not found.