Who: Quorra & Sam Flynn When: ... a while ago, we're just late. What: A visit home Where: The Grid Warnings: Doubtful, will update if necessary.
Sam was worried, she knew that much, and she didn't blame him, really. She couldn't be sure that not-getting-better didn't mean that she wasn't getting worse. And never having been sick before, she had no real frame of reference.
Of course, she knew what a Virus on the Grid would do, and she was hoping that it would work differently in the User world, especially since she would sooner throw herself into the poisoned Sea, or whatever the equivalent here was, before she let herself become a danger to those she cared about.
But then Sam had had an idea, a brilliant, so-crazy-it-just-might-work idea, and here they were, on the Grid. The echoingly empty Grid, all raw data and rocky outcroppings. Quorra recognized the place, the edge of where Tron City should be, the very far edge, closer to the Sea itself than anything. She seemed alright, though the occasional tell-tale flicker of infection-yellow across her circuits was worrisome, even to her, "It's ... empty." She hadn't really been sure what to expect, so finding empty space instead of bustling city wasn't a disappointment, not really, but it felt like it should be.