"Phew. What a fu—a ducking day." Viktor corrected his language the second Ambrose elbowed him, reminding him of Orion's presence.
The group—composed of Ambrose, Aura, Devon, Viktor, Valentine, Gabriel and Orion—all trooped out of the Grand Summit Complex, under the noises of other delegates either boarding their ships or helicopters home.
Above them, Geneva quietly shifted into early evening, the sun calmer and the air a bit chillier. All around the world, the 'anomalies' as they've been termed… stopped.
There were still no clear directions on what was causing them, although everyone who'd attended the Conclave could make a wild guess.
But at the very least, humanity now had time to breathe and go back to their usual, whimsical lives. And that included the ever-increasing bubble of the Hale-Ferguson family.
