abandoned Pandemic

[Seylos]

(OOC discussion here )

Week 1: Outbreak

Aislun Manus was struggling to keep everything in her hands sorted as she rushed through the halls of her law firm. The past several days had been hectic, especially since the attack on the ducal palace not that long ago, and while in general terrorism in the country had fallen to a new low there always came more. In her hands were the papers for a new case her firm had been working for a fairly wealthy family in the city who had the unfortunate luck of having their oldest son get caught up in the worst the terrorists could offer.

She threw the doors of the conference room wide open while rushing in. A stern older looking man gazed behind him checking his watch and then looking at Aislun, "Ah Mrs. Manus, just in time I see. Please, bring me the case files."

Seated in front of him was a younger man, who looked quite tired and worn. His eyes locked with hers briefly before she averted her gaze, setting down the pile of papers in front of the older man, "Here Mr. Flanagan, and I also included some of the new bail paperwork that came from the court this morning."

Flanagan nodded without looking up at her as he began to flip through the papers that had been presented to him. From across the table came a harsher voice, "Miss do you have a moment"

She looked up to see the young man talking to her, he produced a small business card holding it up to her, "This is just some updated contact information... if you'll be needing it."

Aislun hesitated for a second then lightly plucked the card from the man's hand, moving to put it in with the other papers when Flanagan waved his hand, "I won't be needing that right now Mrs. Manus, file it for yourself later. That will be all."

She nodded and turned to walk out, opening the door and stealing a glance behind her still seeing the young man smiling at her as she left.

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When Aislun got home all she could do was toss her bags on the couch and collapse on it, staring at the ceiling.

"Long day?"

She groaned and turned her head towards her husband Theodore who had sat down opposite to her in a chair. It took her a second to realize her house was quite empty.

"You could say that. Where are the kids?" she said sitting up a little bit in the couch before deciding against and allowing herself to relax again.

Theodore chuckled, "They're all out, I figure you needed some time to relax. Travis is at a friends house and Finley and Lexi are with some friends at a birthday party."

Aislun couldn't help but give a sigh a relief, "I think I need a vacation. Do you have any time coming up?

"Unfortunately no... Turns out taking care of kids sucks up all that paid time off"

"Great," Aislun groaned, "That'll only take months to build up."

Theodore shrugged, "Why not just go yourself? Your sister in Fairfax was asking to catch up with us, she'd be happy to see you again."

"All the way in Seylos? I don't know that's a long trip. Plus with all these troubles around here recently I can't just go. I'd be worried sick about you and the kids."

"Don't worry, they seemed to have the decency to phone ahead before they blow anything up," Theodore said, which was met by the steely gaze of his wife who clearly was not happy with the joke. He coughed a little and straightened up, "Look nothing is going to change here whether or not you decide to go on that trip but you need this, and you've got the time. Just go."

"Yeah, I suppose..." Aislun mumbled, groaning as she stood up taking off her heavy formal wear for work. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll think about it alright? Hey, and can you open some of the windows up? It's getting hot in here."

[Seylos]

Aislun ran up to the boarding desk at the Loughrea International Airport hoping she hadn't missed her flight. As she rushed up she could see the attendant picking up the microphone to announce the end of boarding but the attendant simply sighed, gave a weak smile and waved her on board.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" Aislun yelped as she tried to manage her bagged shuffling past the attendant into the boarding platform. She made her way to the plane doors, which were about be closed and squeezed by apologizing profusely to everyone she saw and she made her way to her seat. Eventually, after much effort, she stopped to take a breath in front of her aisle, slowly packing her belongings in the overhead bins. She noticed some of the other passengers eyeing her annoyed at her late arrival, but lucking the general social awkwardness best associated to anyone Seylosian or Eireann prevented them from saying anything. She sat down with a thud in her seat, sighing in relief that she had barely made it on time, making sure to check her phone last time and text her husband she had made it on board.

"So where are you off to?" Aislun said, a giddy smile on her face looking at the passenger seated next to her.

He looked surprised anyone was talking to him but gave a slight smile, "I'm off to Norfolk, just decided to take a bit of a solo holiday out here. Yourself?"

Aislun shifted in her seat, appearing far too excited for just a simple plane trip, "I'm off to see my sister in Fairfax, nice little town in between the two coasts. Of course, I'm from here, well Loughrea you know."

The man gave a slight nod, "That sounds fun I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh It will be great, I'm hoping that my sister and I will have time to come back to Selbourne later, you see..."

"Passengers, welcome to Air Loughrea and we are excited to welcome you on board. We will soon begin taxing for takeoff, please take note of the safety demonstration to the front of the aircraft."

"Oh well, best pay attention shouldn't me?" Aislun said, again seeing the awkward nod from her neighbour.

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"We all hope you have had a pleasant flight, please remember if you are a foreign citizen you must make sure to enter the embarkation queue located to the right when exiting the aircraft. We hope you all have a wonderful stay in Selbourne, and welcome to Seylos."

Aislun jumped up from her seat. In retrospect it may have been a bad idea, considering her leg cramps. But she was ready to get off the flight. She hurriedly got her bags out of the overhead bins. She wheeled them out of the plane, trying her best to keep up with the rest of the passengers. Ever since she had boarded the flight she had felt a bit strange. But getting something like a cold on a trip wasn't the worst thing. She exited the plane and turned left. One of at least some benefits of becoming part of Seylos. She spent some time in a queue but before long she exited it, pitying the foreigners who had to wait to present any of their documentation.

Soon she was out in the main concourse and made her way through the throngs of people to the front. She saw a few people holding up signs for the bus to Fairfax. Excited, she ran forward, hoping she could be there soon.

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(Hello everyone, this topic now officially open to replies from everyone and I will have more instruction in the OOC thread.)

[Mito]

"That place sure was dead." Said Mathis to his partner, Antoinette.

"I thought it was rather charming, the peacefulness." She replies holding her young two-year-old son, Édvrard.

Antoinette de Lihigahasse is a Shffahkian artist. She got bored painting the same tropical backdrop of West Catherine. Wanting a break from it, she told Mathis that she needed a vacation. It was then that she found out that Mathis has never been outside of Shffahkia instead of having been concentrated on his career in the construction industry. It was a stroke of luck as she found out that Mathis had accumulated enough travel points to take the entire family of three to an all-expenses-paid vacation all the way to Europa. The family travelled in Magnaeus even dropping a visit to Cristina. Feeling reinvigorated and having gained her inspiration back, it was time for them to return home. The plane trip from Europa to Seylos was excruciating for the young Édvrard and he didn't shy away from expressing it every minute of every hour of the plane trip.

"The pros of travelling to Magnés? The flag is a plus." Mathis said holding Édvrard in his hands.

"Shouldn't you save the dad jokes for when they can actually understand them?" Antoinette says giving a begrudging smile.

"It's never too early to accustom a child to paternal humour. One of us has to do it. Where to next? Did our connecting flight go through Oyus or Rihan?" Mathis asks smiling. 

"Well, first of all, we need to get to Fulgistan and from there we'll figure where to go."

"I guess the plan can't go wrong if there isn't one."

"The plan will go wrong if we can't navigate this maze and get to our flight. I'll see if there's anyone who can help us."

Making her way through the masses of people, she stops a lady and asks for advice. The stranger gives her advice her native accent making Antoinette feeling very self-conscious about her own Anglish skills. Quickly thanking her with a fast handshake she makes her way back to her family exhausted from sprinting through what seemed like half the airport.

She takes Édvrard to her hands leaving the luggage to Mathis' hands. "To gate B 39... or was it 39B? Ughs we're gonna be late at this rate!" 

 

 

Finally entering the aeroplane headed to Fulgistan, Antoinette sees as the chatter and smiles of the passengers turns to silence and worried expressions seeing the young Édvrard entering. Antoinette gives off a nervous smile hoping things will be different from the previous flight.

"He doesn't like the change in air pressure." He says to a couple sitting in front of them on the plane.

 At the beginning even as the plane is being filled Édvrard beings to cry his lungs out. Antoinette sees as passengers turn back to see the source of the unbearable noise. However, as if an answer from fate, he stops. Antoinette and Mathis breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Finally, Édvrard's sleeping like a baby and on a plain nonetheless. This calls for a celebration! Mathis proclaims attempting ordering an alcoholic beverage in Anglish.

[PyeMcGowan]

“Yeah, I’m in the queue to go on the plane now...no it’s fine I’m in business class, food is free I think... ok...just tell them I’ll be back soon...I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t know it’d be that early...alright bye” said James to his boss on the phone. He had been a representative of his company for years now, so travelling to international partners and clients wasn’t unusual. What was unusual in fact was that he had found a good bar with some old friends the night before his original flight to Selbourne, which lead to him having to find the next flight, with a business class of course. 

“Can all passengers seated in Business Class please make your way to the gate”

He was quick to stand and walk up to the gate, but there was still a fair am

 “Can I see your boarding pass mr...”

“Eton, James Eton”

 “Well, Ok Mr Eton you are in seat 4B, I don’t think there is anyone sitting next to you, you’re the last in business class”

 “I did a little jog and everything to be one of the first” he joked.

 “Ok, enjoy the flight”

And with that, he stowed his little suitcase, and got out his laptop, before sitting comfortably in the seat.

After a short, he thanked God as the safety precautions were presented. He never really paid much attention as he had heard it in pretty much every language, on pretty much every airplane. 

As the plane took off he started chewing as the cabin pressure always made his ears hurt, despite having flown as much as he does, so he’d always bring some from the small village outside of Charleston where he lived.

Finally, at their cruising altitude, he ordered some pasta and a small glass of champagne this time. As the food he’d ordered was being prepared, one of the passengers on the other side of the aisle commented on his chewing.

 “Do your ears hurt too?”

 “Yeah, every time! And I fly a lot!”

 “Me too, Well that’s because I was flying the plane, I was the number one pilot for Principalities, I got the 2000 PyeMcGowian Air Award”

 “Oh, you’re PyeMcGowian?”

 “Theodorian originally, but my parents fled when I was two”

 “Oh, quite an exciting life it seems, what do you do now?”

 “Well I got an eye infection in my left, it’s still blurry, and so they put me in a corporate position, I was studying economics at Charleston U until I dropped out to get my pilots license, right now I’m trying to negotiate a deal for some runway time, that’s the life for me now, what about you?”

 “Right now I am on my way to Seylos for a few days, my uncle lived there and he died recently, so as I work for the Estate Management division for UBS I thought I should give it a shot and sort out his possessions. I’m James by the way, James Eton, what about you?”

 “Thomas Gowan, sorry about your uncle by the way”

 “It’s fine, I’ve only ever seen him a dozen times, and I’m thirty-four. Shame he and his wife never had any children, she died a few years ago.”

 As he finished speaking the two received their food, and eat it quickly. For the rest of the flight the two exchanged very lightly between movies and half a season of a short television show.

as the plane landed the two said goodbye to each other and left the plane. James then dialled his friend, who was at the funeral in Selbourne.

 “Ok, I’ve landed, has it started yet?”

 “No, you’ve got two hours yet”

 “How many are going to be there?”

 “I don’t know one to two hundred, he was a popular man it seems”

 “Yeah, he knew the King of PyeMcGowan for god sakes”

 “Be quick though, traffics gonna pile up soon”

 Finally, he got into his pre-booked taxi and left for the church.

[Seylos]

Aislun got out of the car, her joints stiff after the long bus ride. She felt incredibly ill, but she had been determined to see her family in Fairfax. Her sister rushed over and grabbed her bag from her, “Aislun why did you come all the way over while you were sick? You could have come at another time, we're always happy to have you.”

Aislun waved her hand, “Oh no, no, it's fine, just a cold. It would be nice to get some medicine, though.”

Aislun's sister scowled and rolled her eyes but went into the house, presumably to find something for her sister to feel better. Aislun smiled as her sister's husband came up and took her other bag from her, “Seriously Aislun are you sure you're alright, you don't look good at all.”

“Seriously I'm fi-”

Just as Aislun was about to finish, she felt a blinding pain in her stomach and faltered to her knees. It was so intense she cried out for a second, her eyes were watering and the next thing she knew she was vomiting in the grass in front of the house. She fell down on her back, shaking uncontrollably, trying to speak. She could barely see through watery eyes as someone rushed up to her, calling her name. Another figure came out of the house, screeching.

“Oh god, Robert, call the paramedics. Aislun what's happening!”

~~

Aislun was in a panic as paramedics held her down, she was trying to understand what was happening, but everything was so blurry. She felt so hot. Everything kept going in and out of and she couldn't keep her eyes open. Far in the distance she heard the paramedics talking to her, trying to her ask her something, but nothing got through.

* * *

Doctor Kaitlyn Robinson was sitting at her desk reviewing patient files when her video chat on her computer began to ring. She was a bit surprised, but she smiled when she saw it was her colleague out in Fairfax. It had been awhile since she had talked to him, when she needed to help on another case. She clicked the answer button and smiled when she saw him appear, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw the hazmat gear and the isolation room he was in.

“James, what's going on?” She said, her eyes furrowed in worry.

“I'm sorry to drop in on you so out of the blue, but something is going on here that I desperately need help with.” James said, his arms crossed, but Kaitlyn couldn't see his face well behind the suit.

“I'm going to guess it has something to do with your patient there?”

James nodded stiffly in his suit. He stepped out of the way, revealing the patient. A woman, who looked to be about middle-aged drenched in sweat laying on the bed.

“She came in about ten hours ago, as far as any of us can tell, she was exhibiting symptoms of the common cold. By the time the paramedics arrived, she had suddenly developed a forty-six degree fever and had a seizure on her way to the hospital. She has multiple rashes across her body and her white blood cell count is dangerously low. According to her sister, up until a few days ago, the patient was healthy.”

“Christ,” Kaitlyn said, “This could be caused by a variety of viruses and bacteria, why is this so special?”

James shook his head, “The circumstances around this don't make sense. The cold doesn't hit with this severity almost immediately, and the icing on the cake is that none of her family members have contracted this disease yet. No symptoms have been observed in her sister or her sister's husband. And our colleagues back in Eire haven't noticed anything from the family either. What's more interesting is her sister is only her half sister. It's possible that she and her family may have some sort of natural immunity as well.”

Another nurse walked in and spoke just outside the microphones range, and Kaitlyn could see James hang his head on the screen, “James, what's wrong?”

“James what's wrong?”

“We've got several patients who have come in the past hour experiencing some of the symptoms we've noticed with this patient. None as bad yet, but Kaitlyn this could get out of hand. You still do some work with the National Disease Center correct?”

Kaitlyn nodded, leaning back in her chair, thinking about what to do.

“Get in contact with them immediately. This woman has been to a lot of places and a lot of people could have been exposed. We have to catch this early.”

[Andalla]

One hundred...

Fifty...

Forty...

Thirty...

Twenty...

Ten...

The two massive jet engines abruptly ground to a halt as First Officer Kristof Jensen instinctively pulled down on the thrust levers, reducing the engines to idle power as the aircraft's beastly roar suddenly vanished. His right hand was still firmly positioned on the yoke, making final adjustments to the aircraft's course before the landing gears would come into contact with the cold, hard runway. By a stroke of luck, his SK-6 was already perfectly aligned with the runway centerline, so all he had left to correct was the low pitch. Jensen pulled down on the yoke, prompting the aircraft's nose to pitch up slightly higher.

All of a sudden, the jet appeared to be suspended in mid-air. For a moment, the 300,000-pound aircraft hovered at barely ten feet above the ground. All within a second, the jet transitioned from descending to hovering and back to descending again – the legendary flare.

Now, the aircraft was descending once more, zipping five feet past the ground at nearly 300 kilometers per hour. The flare marked the point of no return, the final action in the landing process – a complex maneuver requiring immense concentration, all executed within a matter of ten seconds. Failure would result in disaster, even death. Luckily, every pilot was thoroughly trained in this intricate procedure. With over 5,000 flight hours on the SK-6, Jensen himself was very much accustomed to the landing process – it was just another day in a pilot's life.

Captain Hans Borup sat next to Jensen, eyes glued to the altitude meter on the PFD (Primary Flight Display). Though as Captain he was superior to First Officer Jensen, today he was the pilot monitoring: his job was to assist the pilot flying by relaying useful data from the computers, as well as communicating with ATC.

On the PFD, Borup quietly watched the altitude meter as the aircraft inched closer and closer to the ground. Finally, he felt a strong bump as he jerked forward in his seat. Everything began to rattle.

"Spoilers up," he called out. Without waiting, First Officer Jensen had already pulled up the lever activating the aircraft's spoilers. A series of thin flaps extended up from the wing, further increasing the rattling as the wings began to shake violently.

The aircraft was slowing down.

"Eighty knots."

Here's a nice video to accompany the landing...

From his window at seat 22K, passenger Antony Wong watched as the delicate spoilers extended. The whole world rushed past, with brilliant orange tones of the Rihannsu sunrise shining in the backdrop. He shook up and down in his seat as the cabin roared and shook, vibrating loudly before finally calming to a soothing high-pitched whir.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we would like to welcome you to the Dartha Cliperian International Airport. Local time is 7:07 in the morning, temperature is at 24 degrees Celsius. The @Rihan Republic is three hours ahead of Andalla."

Typical of any Andallan flight, one could already hear the inevitable chorus of seat belts being unbuckled, even before the flight attendant had the chance to proceed.

"For your safety, please remain seated with your seat belts properly fastened until the aircraft has arrived at the gate. Please wait for the seat belt sign to be switched off before standing up to get your bags or using the lavatory."

"Please refrain from using cellular phones until the seat belt sign is switched off, or the aircraft has come to a complete stop. Before standing, please check your seat for any personal belongings that may have been left behind. Use caution in opening the overhead bins as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight."

"If you require any assistance, please remain in your seat until all passengers have disembarked, and our flight attendants will be happy to assist you. On behalf of the captain and crew aboard this Royal Air Andalla flight, 8U 522, we would like to wish you a pleasant stay in Dartha. Thank you for choosing Royal Air Andalla as your preferred carrier and we hope to see you again."

Back at the flight deck, it was all business. As the aircraft finally came to a stop and passengers began reaching for the overhead compartments, the two pilots sat at the controls reviewing the last of the aircraft's checklists before leaving. The SOPs, or standard operating procedures, were in effect — all they had left to do was to read through the final two checklists, all diligently listed along with the other checklists, on a piece of laminated paper inside the cockpit. With the advent of SOPs, any two pilots qualified on the same aircraft could work seamlessly together — complete strangers, led only by a set of strict guidelines, effortlessly working together without error from startup to shutdown.

With that small yet authoritative document in hand, Captain Borup began to read through the shutdown checklist.

"Shutdown checklist. — Parking brake."

"Set."

"Flaps."

"Flaps zero, set."

"Taxi lights."

"Off."

"Nav lights."

"Off."

"Beacon."

"Off."

"Seat belt signs."

"Off."

"Anti-ice."

"Off."

"Fuel pumps."

"Off."

"Pitot heat."

"Off."

"Transponder."

"Standby."

"Weather radar."

"Off."

"Flight director."

"Off."

"Avionics."

"Off."

"Alright. Panel lights?"

Jensen reached for a small button on the overhead panel, and with one little click all the lights inside the cockpit vanished.

"Panel lights off."

"BATT master switch."

Again Jensen reached for the button, this time a small red switch between the two pilot seats. One flick of the master switch and all life would cease within the aircraft's systems.

"Off."

"Shutdown checklist complete."

Both pilots could easily attest to the fact that they had already memorized each of the aircraft's 14 checklists by heart — the papers were only there to ensure 100% accuracy; after all, the SOPs were created only to guarantee everybody's safety and comfort while aboard the aircraft.

For a moment, First Officer Jensen sat there musing about his overnight stay at a nearby five-star hotel. As a long-haul pilot, only one flight a day was enough to meet the mandated daily restriction for working hours. It was actually more efficient to have the flight crew stay overnight at Dartha and wait for the next day's morning flight to arrive, so they could relieve the operating crew and fly back to Arkhavn at noon. And just recently, a regional consortium of hotels had made a small agreement to accommodate Royal Air Andalla flight crew at lower prices. They were living the long-haul pilots' dream — short-haul pilots usually flew back and forth twice, thrice, even four times daily just to meet their quota, and still ended up back at their home base. Long-haul pilots had the chance to truly see the world, taking long breaks after each flight — that was the law.

Only this time, Jensen wasn't exactly flying a long-haul route per se — Arkhavn to Dartha could easily fall under the medium-haul category, but airlines instead classified it as long-haul just to avoid such a bulky term. Anyway, now that Rihan was receiving more and more exposure on the international stage, Dartha was slowly becoming a powerhouse for tourism in the region. Change was coming to Aurelia — only recently, Jensen had been reading about Rihannsu history. And it would be such a pleasant surprise to anyone knowledgeable about Rihan to know that a nation as terrible and as dystopian as this one could transform itself into one embodied by the towering skyscrapers of Dartha.

His thought was only short-lived as he suddenly remembered something that had completely escaped his mind — the secure checklist.

Seemingly as though reading his mind and waiting for the right moment, Captain Borup began to enumerate the items on the final checklist.

"Secure checklist. — Parking brake verify."

"Uh... parking break set, check."

"Throttle verify."

"Throttle idle, check."

"All switches verify."

"All switches off, check."

"Secure checklist complete. Good flight," said the Captain, extending his hand to offer a congratulatory shake.

Jensen took the handshake and gave Borup a friendly pat on the shoulder in return. "Here's to you too — great flight. I was a bit hard on the landing though."

"No, no, no, no, it was the wind," said Captain Borup as he stood up to fix his pilot's bag."At least the flare was on-point." Rule number one in a usual Andallan conversation was to counter any self-criticism with denial, followed by an unrelated compliment.

As though still disoriented after forgetting the secure checklist, Jensen was at a loss for words. Glancing out the cockpit window he could see a small Rihannsu flag, and subsequently a single word popped into his mind to respond to Borup's flattering:

"Heh."

(Joke intended.)

The last thing left on the list was a quick, informal debriefing regarding the flight and what the two pilots could improve. The landing was satisfactory, after all it was hard to achieve a bad landing on the SK-6; as the old pilots' saying went, landing a six is easier done than said.

Immediately after debriefing, the aircraft was handed over to the ground crew as the pilots left. The flight crew still had to clean up the aircraft, so they would follow later on. Once outside the two pilots whizzed through immigration, passing through the special lane reserved for pilots and flight crew. Within minutes of leaving the cockpit, they were now at the airport concourse. This was a benefit each and every commercial pilot enjoyed, not only long-haul pilots. And all along, the very passengers they had flew just stood there waiting impatiently in line as their turn was delayed by the passengers of the previous Havrær flight.

"I'll be back. Meet you at the shuttle?" Asked First Officer Jensen, who was indirectly excusing himself for a restroom break.

"Sure. We're both connected to airport WiFi, so just call me on Yibber*," replied Captain Borup.

*May or may not be the Andallan equivalent of Viber. 😉

The restrooms in Cliperian were surprisingly clean for a Rihannsu airport, or any Aurelian airport for that matter. Back in Andalla, airport restrooms were rather messy and smelly — only recently did complaints about Andallan airport toilets rise exponentially. The advent of low-cost flying went both ways — if more people could fly, then more unhygienic people could fly as well. It was all but a cultural thing, really — Andallans didn't really care for the meticulous little details of life as much as Argics or Europans did. By definition, Andalla was developed; yet by culture, Andalla was more like one big, happy rural Thalassan town.

On the way out, Jensen bumped into a seemingly distressed man, causing him to stumble and nearly lose balance.

"Whoa— uh, is everything alright, sir?" Jensen asked, concerned. The man was of average height, maybe in his early 20's. Jensen could tell he was a Rihannsu returning from abroad, most likely as a student; there were quite a number of such Rihannsu foreign exchange students back in Andalla.

"Ah, uhhh, heh... Oh, yes, ahhh, fine sir," the man replied in a somewhat Rihannsu accent. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he was wheezing and panting — it even seemed as if he had some sort of sickness, but Jensen didn't mind.

Suddenly, the man bent down, grasped his stomach, and let out a loud, raspy cough. He immediately regained composure and apologized.

"Oh, ahhh— I'm so sorry. I better get going," he said.

"Poor guy", Jensen thought. "Perhaps all he needs is a break. I should be going too."

"Ahh— uh, no problem. You take care."

"Alright thanks."

With that the man stumbled into the restroom as Jensen dragged his trolley out into the concourse. He checked his smart watch — 7:42 AM, March 4th, Monday. The shuttle left at eight, so there was enough time to grab a snack at some Rihannsu convenience store.

He noticed a droplet on his arm right next to the watch. Seeing as it was very small, he just wiped it on his chest. Only then did he realize that it was phlegm from when the man coughed.

"Great. Looks like I'll be coughing tomorrow," he jokingly told himself. He had 52 hours to enjoy roaming around Dartha, and he wouldn't ever let a small cough ruin his stay...