Jon / Indromede - Terra Essentia - An error log
In the other room, Indromede can hear Jon’s voice as he interrogates the engineer, a low rumble of authority. “I’m telling you, look again. There must be an error logged somewhere, a damaged circuit, something.” Softer, deferential, the man deferring once again; they’ve found nothing, double and triple checked, all in perfect working order.
Indromede lingers at the washbasin, water still drying on her cheeks, and meets the eyes of the face in the mirror-screen: a stranger, pale to her dark, gaunt cheeks, haunted eyes; afraid. Indromede knows the phantom will vanish, the moment she calls for anyone else.