Leaving the Sleeper Compound, Sunny felt as though even the winter cold could not keep him from feeling sleepy anymore. Wondering what time it was, he looked up out of habit and glanced at the sun.
The sun was all wrong.
Suddenly, Sunny was wide awake, his hand instinctively outstretched to summon the Midnight Shard. It took him a few moments to recognize his error.
'Oh. The sun is normal. It's just not the same as on the Forgotten Shore.'
He also didn't have to measure time by observing the sky anymore. He had a communicator that could show him what time of day it was, up to the exact nanosecond.
Shaking his head, Sunny headed back toward the hospital complex. He was late for a… a memorial. Of sorts.
The survivors of the Dreamer Army were supposed to gather today to celebrate those who remained alive and remember those who had fallen.
