nick hears the creak of lurching metal, but he feels lost in quiescence. he’s surrounded by nothing but light, and the only company he has left is griffin, silently dozing off in the reclined seat beside him.
was it worth it? the blob was trapped, humanity was saved. but the blob won’t suffer any more than before. humanity knows naught of its once-potential decimation. the only ones who know—who will ever know—sit in a tunnel of time and space, isolated from all they’ve ever loved.
“take a rest,” nick had told griffin. “we’ll be here for a while.” griffin obliged. griffin didn’t mind the infinite.
but in quiet stretches, within even quieter thoughts, nick wonders if the sunchips place really is all it was cracked up to be.