WHO: Greg and Ellie WHERE: NYCPL WHAT: Seeing each other for the first time in years. WHEN: 21 March 2019, late afternoon. RATING: Low
Greg's night at the firehouse had been an enjoyable one, it had been too long since he'd been around people and that fact was driven home by spending so much time with more than one or two other people for company. In short he'd missed the give and take that happened when you put more than three humans in a room together: the conversation, the camaraderie, life in general.
Now he found himself at another, much larger safehouse. The main branch of the public library, a gigantic breaux arts structure that was beautiful but had never been designed for humans actually living there. That much was clear as he wandered the halls and poked his head into various rooms. Some were filled with people and their possessions, especially on the ground floor, others more isolated and empty.
Eventually he found himself on the roof and looking out at the overgrown park below. Such a shame the powers that be couldn't have found a way to secure that land, it could have provided for a large kitchen garden and helped feed the refugees huddled inside. Yet another indictment of the government, he decided.
Turning away from the park he spotted a young woman on the other side of the roof, eyes firmly planted in a pair of binoculars pointed toward the road below. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he found himself moving toward her. As he got closer he would have sworn he knew her from somewhere, she seemed quite familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. Perhaps it would come to him with conversation.