Barto drifted in a hazy dream.
He dreamed he was still in the Second District, standing on Silver Moon Peak, with everything beneath his feet.
It was so high up there; a simple gust of wind could knock you senseless.
Another cold wind blew past, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
'Smells so good. What is that scent?'
Barto followed the scent with his nose and opened his eyes to a world of white.
"Where is this?"
The only answer was Gu Ning's heavy breathing.
Barto heard her voice, and his mind cleared a little.
He tried to prop himself up, but after several attempts, he could only move his head slightly.
The tranquilizer dart was still in effect.
He lay limply on Gu Ning's back, his chin resting on her slender shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings—
'So, we're in the damned Zone 19.'
Gu Ning realized Barto was awake, paused her steps, and hitched him up higher on her back.
