New Vegas: Sheason's Story

It took me a really long time to get back to the suites from the vault - not because the elevator broke down or because it was faulty or even because it had locked in place. Hell, I didn't even run into any more trouble along the way; all the speakers were shut down, the force fields were deactivated, and all the holograms had been disabled. Even the Cloud seemed to be getting thinner... but maybe that was just a trick of the light. Or my brain.

No, it took me a while because when I opened the door to the elevator, I just... I collapsed. I was exhausted. Every part of me was sore. I'd been shot at, stabbed, beaten up, dropped in toxic waste, and I'd been running on empty for far too long. Every single one of my senses was shot, and I was crashing after all the adrenaline that had been keeping me going for far too long had finally started to leave my body.

In short: I was completely and utterly broken.

But I was alive. And that was enough.

The fountain at the center of town was just like I remembered it... before the Ghost People started swarming in from every blackened corner, that is. Truth be told, the very fact that there weren't any Ghost People around was actually starting to make me a little paranoid. When I left the elevator that connected the vault to Vera's suite, I was met with utter and complete silence. That wasn't too unexpected - Christine had gone to another floor, and if I was in her shoes, I wouldn't go back unless I had to.

But then, I got back to the lobby... and I was met with silence there, too. There weren't any Ghost People on the stairs between the broken front doors of the casino or the gate to the Villa, either.

Where had they all gone? Maybe I'd finally run into a bit of luck? Who knows. It was about damn time if I had, but honestly? I didn't really care, just so long as they stayed missing. Even so, I wasn't going to let my guard down now - I'd come way too far just to get taken out like a punk because I thought I was safe.

"Speak of the devil..." I muttered to myself; just as I'd been thinking about all this, I'd heard some movement behind me. I grabbed the Gauss rifle off my back (sure, it was a bit awkward carrying both that and the holorifle, but I wasn't going to just leave it down there), and wheeled around to draw a bead on who or whatever made the noise. But when I saw who was walking toward me, I lowered it.

"Is he dead?" Christine asked, walking out of the shadows. Her expression was almost as serious as when I'd pulled her out of the Auto-Doc at our first meeting. I held up the Gauss rifle for her to see. On the plus side, I noticed that her collar was nowhere to be seen.

"Well, this is his gun. He didn't really need it any more, what with the hole in his chest the size of my fist." I smirked, hoping it might lighten her mood. It didn't. She just started nodding slowly at the news.

"Good... That's... this is good."

"Thought you might be more excited," I said, shouldering the rifle, and adjusting the straps on the sack slung over my other shoulder. "Now you don't have to hunt that bastard anymore."

"I was talking about your lack of collar," She said, pointing at me. I smirked, and rubbed the back of my bare neck, chuckling softly.

"I undid the latch as soon as I left the elevator, and ditched it first chance I got. It's probably still up in Vera's room somewhere, I dunno. Don't really care. Didn't blow my head off." I said with a shrug. Christine nodded as I spoke, looking around.

"Just us?" She asked.

"Yeah..." I said with a nod. "Yeah, it's... uh... it's just us." I sighed and turned to look at the gate - the way out of this hell. "Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got a long hike ahead of me, and now that there isn't anyone stopping me? I'm not gonna stay here any longer than I absolutely fucking have to."

"Hike?" Christine looked perplexed. "Are you going to walk all the way back to where you came from then?"

"If I have to," I said with a shrug. "Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to know the way back to the Mojave Desert, would you? I mean, I know from this- " I tapped on the side of my Pip Boy "-that we're in Mexico somewhere, but other than that..." Christine shook her head and started slowly approaching me.

"You don't know how you got here, do you?"

"Didn't ask," I said simply. "Didn't seem important at the time." Christine walked toward the gate that led out, grabbing me by shoulder as she went.

"Follow me."

It didn't take long for the two of us to get out of the Madre; outside the walls of the Villa was nothing but mountains, and we ended up walking down the slope, following a small, twisting path. The further away from that hell the two of us got, the thinner the Cloud became.

Don't misunderstand - it didn't get any easier to breathe or see. I still couldn't see the sky - the smog was so thick, I felt like I was up north in Junction City. And while it was much thinner than it was in the Villa, there was still a great deal of red smearing the sky... The two of us walked down the mountain in silence for some time.

But then.

"How long?" Christine asked. She didn't turn to face me; she just kept walking.

"What?" I asked, hiking the bag up my shoulder once again. It just kept slipping down... perhaps it had been a mistake to raid Vera's room of all the liquor I could carry? ... Nah.

"How long have you known about me and..." Christine cleared her throat; I couldn't tell if she was looking for the words, or if her new vocal cords were acting up again. "... about Veronica?"

"Ah," I coughed, wondering if maybe I should crack open one of the bottles of whiskey. "Vera's suite. When you said Elijah cut you off from someone, that's when I put all the pieces together. I feel like I should've figured it out earlier, from everything Veronica told me..."

"Hmph," Christine just kept walking. She didn't look back. "You could have said something then. Why did you wait?"

"Because... because I didn't want you to lose focus. I thought if I told you then and there, you..."

"You didn't want to jeopardize the mission," She cut me off. I nodded, even though she probably couldn't see it. "It could have distracted me at a critical moment. Smart. So why tell me at all?"

"Because I needed you alive. I thought if I told you the truth about Veronica then, it would give you something to live for. Didn't want you wasting your life for that asshole." And leaving me stranded down in the vault, I added in my head. I sped up my pace a little, trying to catch up so I wasn't just talking to the back of her bald, scarred head. "Look, I'm sorry for manipulating you like I did, but I -"

"Don't be," She said, keeping her gaze forward and away from me. Her expression looked like it had been carved out of stone, and her voice was becoming slightly hoarse... "It worked. It was a good call." I let out a humorless chuckle and shrugged.

"Still. I feel like shit. Sorry." The air between us was quiet for a few minutes. Her expression remained completely unchanged. "You alright?"

"What?" Christine finally looked over to me, with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well... I just thought, now that everything's over, and you don't have to... I just thought you'd be a bit more... emotional, you know? I mean, you did slug me across the jaw when I told you. That was a nice hit, by the way."

"Can't let myself get emotional. Not yet. Just have to compartmentalize my emotions and focus. The job's not done." Every word was spoken with a curt, terse precision. If I wasn't looking at her, I would've sworn she was a robot, the way she was talking.

"What do you mean, the 'job's not done?' How could it not be done yet?" I asked. "We're out of that hell hole, we're not wearing bomb collars anymore, and Elijah's dead. What else is there left to do?" Christine shot me a look - fuck me, if looks could kill... Then, she rolled her eyes and went back to looking forward.

"What happened to the others?" She asked, quickening her pace. "Are they dead?"

"Well, I'm not sure about God - er, the Nightkin," I added, when she looked back to question me. "Last I saw, he was in the kitchens, trying to get used to... himself. If that makes sense - I know I don't think it does. Not sure where he is now. Could have gone anywhere after he regurgitated the detonator and I took it off the network."

"And Dean?"

"Oh, yeah, he's dead. Turns out, he wanted to steal the treasure of the Madre from under Elijah's nose. It was his idea to rob the place, 200 years ago. Apparently." I said.

"No surprises there. Well..." Christine let out a noise; I couldn't tell if it was a snort or a chuckle. It was just a noise. "It's a surprise he took that long to stab you in the back."

"Apparently, he was facing me the whole time," I said with a smirk. "I was in his way, so he tried to kill me. Someone should've told him trying to kill me is a bad idea." I reached into the satchel hanging off my shoulder and pulled out a bottle of scotch. I had a feeling that I was going to need it for what was coming next. "Don't feel bad about it, though. It's his fault you sound like Vera Keyes - he was the one who shoved you in that Auto-Doc in the first place." Christine came to a screeching halt, and I almost ended up walking straight past her.

"WHAT." I couldn't see her face, but I felt like I could almost hear her eye twitching.

Oh yeah. Raiding Vera's room of all the liquor I could carry was the best idea I've had in days.

"So where the hell are we, anyway?" I asked, looking around. The path had leveled out enough to make me think we'd finally gotten off the mountain - I still couldn't see much of anything because of the smog and traces of red Cloud in the air - and now we were walking among the ruins of a tiny, tiny town.

"San Felipe de Jesús." Christine said, as if that were all the answer I needed. I sighed and took another hit of scotch.

"That's nice. So where the fuck are we?"

"It's a ghost town," Christine said, looking around as we walked; she seemed to be looking for something on the ground. "Built before the war. Sinclair probably used it to ferry people to and from the place when he was building the Madre. It would explain that broken airstrip on the north end of town... Look, it's not important. What is important is that this is the last place I tracked Elijah before I got captured and dragged up there."

"Alright... so... do you have, like, a car parked around here or something?" I asked, trying to figure out what she was looking for. She stepped through the broken frame of a destroyed house, and knelt down... what was she doing?

"Not a car. And not mine." She reached down, and I heard a loud clunk. There was a hiss and a pop, and finally a creak of metal against metal as she opened up a circular hatch in the ground. "Down here is the bunker Elijah set up as his headquarters - and inside is the machine that brought you here."

"Machine?" I asked, trying to make sense of what she was saying. She descended into the hatch, and I followed her; the layout of this bunker was vaguely similar to the bunker that had started all this mess in the Mojave. "Hang on, this place isn't going to have self-locking doors or knockout gas, is it?"

"He only put those in the... trap bunkers he linked to this one," Christine said, walking down the stairs. "When he finally found the Madre, he claimed this place as his staging area - a forward operating post until he could figure out how to get inside. I think your gear should be around here... somewhere. Automated systems brought it down here after you were dragged to the Madre..."

"How do you know all of this?" I asked, looking around. So far, this place didn't seem all that impressive - certainly not the same level of ego I'd come to expect from that madman.

"I read some of the notes he left behind when I was hunting him... he'd set up those man-traps all over the place. The Mojave Desert, Prescott Valley, Two-Sun, Burham Springs... Once he built the machine, he went all over, setting up traps to lure people here... trap them, and then try to get them to open up the Madre for him." The two of us walked through a narrow, twisting corridor, and deeper into the bunker.

"You know, you still haven't explained to me what 'machine' you're talking about." I said, getting a little bit impatient. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Because... if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me. So I'm going to show you." Christine came to a stop at a door at the end of the hall, and pressed a button on the wall. The door hissed and slid open... and you know, she's right. I probably wouldn't have believed her. Hell, I was having a difficult time wrapping my head around the concept just looking at the damn thing.

The door led into a chamber that was absolutely massive. It was easily three stories tall, maybe more - had we gone that deep? I had no idea. All along the wall I saw generators softly humming and vibrating, and dozens upon dozens of wires and cables and conduits snaking their way across every surface. There was a circular platform in the center of the room, and two large half dome objects suspended from the ceiling with some kind of apertures pointing at the platform. There were several devices which looked like solar panels arranged in a fan-like shape above the platform and between the two half-domes. In the center was... honestly, I don't know what it was. I just know that it was slowly spinning. All around the room I saw consoles and monitors and control panels and servers... it put me in mind of the device Doc Henry had used to test the Stealth Boy Mk II in Jacobstown, except the whole setup was much larger, and much, much more robust.

What the fuck is this?

"It's a teleporter," Christine said, answering the question I'd only asked inside my head. At least... I didn't think I'd said it aloud. "It's how he evaded me for so long, after our encounter at the Big Empty. And it's also how you got here from the Mojave so quickly. This can send you back."

I spent a few minutes, staring up at the thing, trying to process all this new raw data. Eventually... I couldn't do anything except shake my head.

"When the fuck did my life get so weird?"

Christine told me that setting up the teleporter was going to take a while - so it would probably be best for me to try and find my gear. Further back from the teleport chamber and off one of the branching paths in the bunker, I found a small room with a couple of lockers... and inside, folded and arranged neatly in a footlocker, was all of my gear.

"Augh... oh, it clings! Ugh!" I had to, quite literally, peel the jumpsuit I was wearing under the Madre security armor off my skin. Cloud residue, dirt, grime, sweat, blood... it was absolutely caked in all of that from top to bottom. It was disgusting. If I could've burnt it, I would have. But really, I was just glad to get out of it and back into my real clothes.

As I was taking stock of all my weapons and gear, I sort of... stopped when I got to Roscoe. I turned it around in my hands, feeling the weight, going over every nick and scratch in the metal - especially the rough "ROSCOE" scratched into the pistol grip. I know it was nowhere near as powerful a weapon as the two energy rifles strapped to my back, or even That Gun, but... of all my weapons, Roscoe was the most familiar. I knew everything about this gun - the feel of it, the weight both full and empty, the kick, the slightly bent sights...

It was such a little thing, finally getting Roscoe back in my possession, but... it was comforting. It made me feel like things were finally returning to normal.

Of course, when I took a wrong turn and ended up in a completely different part of the bunker...

"Hang on, this isn't the way back to the..." I looked around, and my words just trailed off. This looked like some kind of laboratory. The walls were lined with blackboards, covered in notes and equations. Papers and books were littered over every flat surface. Off to the side was a terminal - that was still on. Out of curiosity, I checked it - and saw a holotape lodged in one of the disk drives on the side. I flipped through a few functions, until I found the one for the holotape:

For Veronica

I paused for a good long while. If this is what I thought it was... Elijah's last words to Veronica... In the end, I pulled the holotape from the terminal, and put it in one of the satchels I'd collected. I had no idea what was on this tape (and given Elijah's madness I probably didn't want to know) but... Veronica would probably need to see this. I don't think she'd want to, but the least I could do was deliver it to her.

The other things of note were several chemistry sets, and vials of... hold on, that was Cloud. I looked over at one of the nearby blackboards. Most of the equations were way beyond my understanding, but some of the notes were legible enough for me to read.

"Sulfur dichloride... asbestos... ethylene... red phosphorus... wait, hang on... was he trying to figure out what was in the Cloud?" I said aloud, scanning the blackboard, my eyes darting between that and the chemistry set and Cloud samples.

"Of course he was," Christine's voice from behind me made me jump. "He was really close, too. Maybe he even succeeded, while he was locked in the casino. Doesn't really matter now, I suppose." She was standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. I tried to compose myself.

"Yeah, well... strange as this sounds, this makes something he said down in the vault make a whole hell of a lot more sense." Christine raised an eyebrow and I continued. "He said he was going to try and 'wipe the slate clean,' cover the wasteland in the Cloud. At the time, I couldn't figure out how he would accomplish that, just sounded like the ramblings of a man who'd gone insane... but if he'd figured out what the Cloud was made of, he could manufacture more... weaponize it..." I trailed off, looking back at the formulas... and then I shook my head, trying to get rid of these thoughts. "He was really close to succeeding, wasn't he?"

"Yes." Christine said with a slow nod. "The teleporter is set up. You can leave whenever you're ready." I nodded and followed her back to the teleport chamber. It was a lot more active than when I'd seen it a few minutes ago. The things that looked like solar panels were spinning, and occasionally I'd see a bolt of lightning arc away from them and onto a receptor on one of the half-dome structures in the ceiling. Every monitor was active, and several of them were scrolling lines of code at a mile a minute. The central platform was lit up from below by some kind of blue light, that almost made it look like a hologram projector.

"So... this thing should send me back to the Mojave then?" I said, looking up at the machine, still trying to wrap my head around the concept. It just seemed too... science fiction, I dunno. "How did he even build this thing?"

"He stole the plans from the Big Empty," Christine said, moving to one of the consoles. "Along with who knows how much else." I started walking around the machine. It was letting off a strange sort of low-frequency hum, and my teeth and bones started to tingle the closer I got. It was making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. If this thing could send me back, then... maybe...

"You should come with me," I said, turning to Christine. She was busy doing something with the console, and refused to look up.

"No," she said simply. I sighed. This is going to be tough, isn't it?

"Look, I know you said there's more work to do, but... Elijah's dead. Don't you want to... I mean, Veronica's still out there, back in the Mojave." Christine refused to look at me; she'd moved away from one of the consoles and was now focused on another one mounted on the wall. "And it's certainly not like she's forgotten about you. Hell, she wouldn't have-"

"LOOK," Christine shouted to cut me off. She turned her head in my direction, but didn't quite look at me; her voice was wavering slightly, like she was trying to hide it. "I... I appreciate what you're doing. Really. I... I do. But... you're just making this more difficult than it needs be. You don't understand. I can't leave. Not now. Not ever."

"So explain it to me. Make me understand, because I seriously don't get it - Elijah's dead, and this place is a graveyard! What else could be keeping you here? What else could keep you away from her?"

"My oath," Christine finally turned around to face me. Her expression was set in stone, but her eyes were red, despite the scowl. "It's the same oath that every member of the Brotherhood takes: find the technology of the Old World, and protect it from those who would abuse it."

"But, that-" Christine held up a hand, and kept going.

"This place... it's full of Old World technology. Technology that would be deadly if it fell into the wrong hands. Elijah's not unique in that respect. There are others out there - some, just as bad, and others worse - who would leave just as much death and destruction in their wake if they found this place, and were able to use it for themselves." Christine turned away from me, and focused on the terminal on the wall. "Besides... It... It's been years. I'm not the same person anymore. 'Begin again, but know when to let go,' right?"

"Yeah... know when to let go." I said. "You should let go of this place. Elijah's dead. So is Dean. Everyone who knew the secrets of this place and cared about what was inside is dead. The place is lethal enough, I think it can take care of itself. But Veronica? She still cares about you. She wouldn't talk about you if she didn't. There's a chance it could still work out between you two... You're really going to throw that all away?"

"I have an obligation," Christine said, her voice low. "As a member of the Brotherhood. I'm sworn to protect the technology of the Old World from those who would abuse it." She repeated the mantra once again. She shook her head and turned around to face me. She looked... tired. "As long as the Sierra Madre remains... so will I."

"So what you're saying is," I leant on the console, staring her straight in the face. "All I gotta do is find some way to get rid of the Madre. If it doesn't exist, nobody can abuse the technology. If I do that... would you consider coming back to the Mojave?" She stared at me for a few seconds, confusion etched across her features, her mouth open slightly.

"Well... I mean..." I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. "If there was nothing left to protect, I wouldn't be obligated to stay anymore. But... how would you even... I mean, this place survived the war! How could you even -" Now it was my turn to cut her off.

"I'm the Courier," I said as forcefully as I could, without a hint of irony or sarcasm. "I've survived everything the Madre could throw at me. I've survived everything Elijah could throw at me. I've been shot in the head, and all it did was piss me off. Pulling off the impossible is what I do."

Christine stared at me... but she wasn't staring at me. It was like she was looking beyond, and I was just in the way. Her eyes were darting here and there, not really focused on anything. I could tell, she was weighing her options, and then... for the first time since I met her, I saw something new in her eyes. Something I hardly ever saw from anyone in the wasteland. It was just a small glimmer, but it was there:

Hope.

But then the hope faded.

"You... should go." Christine pressed a button on the console and closed her eyes. The machinery behind me started to get louder, and I could tell that things were moving and spinning faster. "Step on the platform, and keep still. You'll be sent back to the bunker in the Mojave. Like you never left." I got up off the console, but I didn't move. Christine continued to hang her head. "Just... just go. Please."

"Fine." I said, backing up slowly. "Fine. I'll go." I stepped onto the platform; the illuminated blue disk glowed brighter beneath my feet, and I could feel an electric tingle in the air that made all my hairs stand on end even more than before. "But I promise you: I'll be back. I'll come back, and I'll find some way to destroy the Madre, along with everything in it. No more Old World ghosts. Nothing for anyone to abuse. No reason for you to stay. I'll come back. I give you my word." The solar panels spinning around the platform got much, much faster, and I saw a multicolored ribbon of light start to peel off them as they went past, surrounding me by a wall of light that looked like an oil slick.

Christine finally looked up at me, and even with everything going on around me, I could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Don't make a promise..." She pulled a lever on the console. "...that you know you can't keep."

Everything around me disappeared.

Being teleported while conscious is not pleasant. Or maybe I just wasn't used to it. It feels like every single cell in your body is ripped apart, and everything starts to spin wildly out of control. It starts in the pit of your stomach, and works its way up, like a chain trying to yank your rectum up through your mouth. It almost feels like being drunk, but definitely not pleasant. You get room spin and a massive headache, all pushed through a kaleidoscope filter of color and noise. I had the unenviable position of being in two places simultaneously - and both places were made out of pain.

Eventually, my world stopped spinning. There was still a crackle of electricity lingering in the air, though. I dropped to my knees on solid ground, somewhere definitely not where I was a moment ago. There was some kind of noise in the background, but my ears were still ringing from the trip so I couldn't tell what it was. And I was even more distracted when the wave of nausea got too much for me to handle, and I vomited all over the floor.

"What the fuck is that noise?" I said, getting up and wiping the sick from my mouth. I looked around... and realized that Christine was right: this was the same room where I'd been knocked out. Son of a bitch, it worked. Now I just had to figure out what that noise was. I looked around and saw the radio sitting on the table in the center of the room - the same radio that had lured me here in the first place.

"Wait a moment. Before you go, I..." The noise on the radio didn't get much further than that, because I pulled out Roscoe and fired. The whole top half of the radio erupted in a shower of sparks, and toppled backward off the table, smashing to pieces on the floor.

"Right," I said, holstering Roscoe and shifting the rifles and satchels slung over my back. "Time to get the fuck out of here." I walked down the short hallway, toward the door that had locked on me when I first got here... hopefully, it would open this time. I reached up, barely pulled on the handle, and the door slid into the floor with a metal shunt - and I have to say, I wasn't really ready for the sight on the other side.

"Raul?" I said, looking down at the ghoul. "What are you doing here?" He was on his knees, wearing a pair of big heavy-duty gloves, a welding helmet on his head, and some kind of cutting torch in his hands. He pulled the mask up, and stood up to look at me with a smile - or, as much of a smile as a ghoul can pull off.

"Oh, hey boss!" He turned off the torch, and the flame died instantly. "We were just looking for you. How've you been?"

"Uh..." It was all a bit much... I wasn't sure how to answer him. "I've been better, if I'm honest. What are you even doing here?" If Raul was going to say anything, I didn't hear it, because at that moment, I was tackled and damn near lifted off my feet by a mass of brown robes and metal.

"Sheason! You're okay!" Veronica let go of me, which was a massive relief; if she'd held onto me any longer, she probably would've broken some of my ribs. "When the door shut and I couldn't figure out how to open it, I was so worried about you! What happened?"

"That is... That's gonna take some explaining," I said, trying to get past her; I'd spent way too long away from the sky. It wasn't much further - just a set of stairs and a ladder. Not much further now... "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, when I couldn't get the door open after the first hour, I went back to the 38 to try and get some help. I mean, I wasn't going to just leave you here," Veronica said as she followed me up the stairs. Raul was still collecting his things by the door. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but it almost sounded like he was muttering something about bringing his tools out here for nothing.

"So, is everyone here?" I asked, looking back. Veronica shook her head.

"Everyone except Arcade. Couldn't find him, and I didn't want to waste time looking. Boone's up top, keeping watch alongside ED-E."

"Well, well, well..." I heard another female voice from above me as I neared the top of the stairs. "Would 'ya lookit what th' yao guai dragged in?" Cass was standing at the top of the stairs, a massive jug of, presumably, booze in one hand. She was smirking, trying to hold back the fact that she was pleased to see me. Me, on the other hand... Seeing her here, now, in that moment really made me realize just how much I'd missed her company while stuck in that poisonous hell. I wasn't really interested in holding back.

"Oh man," I said, grabbing her and pulling her in to a hug. "Are you a sight for sore eyes..." At first, I thought she might push me away, but she actually drew me in closer. It was... nice. Part of me wanted to... but... then my brain kicked in. Before it got too suspicious (I hoped), I pulled myself away and gave her a pat on the shoulder.

"Y'look like shit." She said with a smile, reaching up to fix the hat that had been knocked askew.

"Well thanks," I said, smiling back at her. "Looking like shit is an improvement after the last few days. Certainly better than I thought I looked." Cass chuckled, and I looked around; it appeared that they'd turned this initial landing into a sort of makeshift campsite. I noticed with a grim fascination that they'd covered up the headless body at the far end of the room.

"Drink?" She held up the jug, offering it to me. "I've been cookin' up some've my moonshine. This batch's gotta helluva kick to it."

"Maybe in a minute." I said, walking past her straight to the ladder. "There's something I need to do first." I climbed the ladder as quick as I could, the anticipation building and building the higher I got until...

I opened the hatch, and was nearly blinded by the light. Warm, crisp air filled my nostrils, and a gentle breeze blew over my face. I breathed in lungful after lungful of air. After being surrounded by nothing but poison for so long, it was like I was breathing for the first time. I climbed out of the hatch and eventually my eyes adjusted to the light, and I just looked skyward... the sky was a rich, clean blue, without a single cloud in sight.

I couldn't help myself. I just started laughing as I stared at the sky, happy that I could finally breathe again. I could tell that Cass and Veronica - and Raul too, when he eventually followed - were wondering what the fuck I was doing, but I didn't care. I was finally free of that hell. I was alive. And it felt good.

Sometimes, you just gotta stop and enjoy the little things.