...Soon, it will be night, and that radiates it's own power:
'Cause Islay will end it's day...now, in less than an hour.
Dimi catches a reflection of himself as he passes a bathroom mirror.
He pauses & leans over the sink, while gingerly scratching the corner of his eye. They've slowly been clearing up...the whites of his eyes still an unnatural shade of red, but clearing.
...At least the brusies on his throat are almost gone.
Two weeks ago, Damien was choked to death...in the moment before he blacked out, the same pressure that blocked his air, & burst the vessels in his eyes, made something pop in his mind.
He died as a flood of locked memories washed over him, & swept away a constantly tenacious headache.
For reasons he dosn't understand, he just didn't stay dead.
Less than a minute later, like a growlng & rabid dog, he savagely turned on his master, & beat Caulobacter Phage to his death.
He pushes those memories to the back of his head until they become a painful ring echoing in his mind.
heading for the door, he zig-zags past a maze of moving boxes while throwing on his coat, and the generators of Islay Station switch to 'standby', causing a subtle rumble to stop with the very audible sound of nothing.
He locks up & begins to walk to work as night falls, & the moonlights bathe the beergarden complex in a different shade of green.
...Hours pass as the clock strikes midnight with an unnoticed click.