Like Agent Kayden had said, a room was provided for them, one that had been reserved for emergency anchoring as soon as the breach had begun.
Kenneth's tongue swiped over his lip as he took everything in.
The room wasn't fully furnished but it had all the necessities.
A bed sat against the far wall, already made, sheets tucked in tight like it had been prepared in advance for something exactly like this. The mattress dipped slightly in the middle, worn just enough to show it had been used before. Beside it, a single chair rested near the wall, plain and functional, its metal legs scraping faintly against the floor when the wind from outside slipped through the cracks.
