High over the city, the ship began to move, rising slowly but surely into the sky. After a few minutes, Angela could barely see it at all. She waved her hand, closing the portal.
The flash lit up the sky for just a moment, then faded. Genesis threw her arms Angela and sobbed into her shoulder.
“I was so angry at her,” Genesis said. “But she… she….”
“Wait, what’s that?” Leigh said.
She was pointing up at the sky. Angela spotted it too: a tiny point of light, moving across the darkness. It came closer and closer, descending toward the park, and eventually she could make out the silhouette of a ship. It was shaped a bit like a bird, with a wingspan of at least twenty meters.
The crowd of refugees dispersed as the ship came in for a landing. At the rear of the vessel, a ramp opened and two figures emerged. Ozzie and Va’el. Angela staggered to her feet.
“You… you made me think…” she stammered.
“Hey, you left before I could finish talking,” she said. “I was just about to mention my shuttle.”
“I’m sure you were,” Angela muttered.
“Would you prefer it if we’d been vaporized?” Va’el asked. “I could go back and flip on the self-destruct if you’d like.”
Angela sighed, and glanced at Ozzie.
“Did you know about this?”
“I’m as surprised as you are,” Ozzie said. “I fully expected to be dead right now.”
Genesis tentatively approached Ozzie, staring off into the distance.
“I’m… sorry I was such a dick,” she said. “I was wrong about you.”
“No, you were right,” Ozzie said. “I just needed someone to remind me who I used to be.”
“What are you going to do now?” Genesis asked. “Go back to the future?”
“Nah, it doesn’t work that way,” Ozzie said. “Luckily a job opportunity has just fallen into my lap.”
She glanced back at Va’el.