April 8th: On the mountainside

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden was outside cigarette in hand. He was down to his last few, and now seemed as good a time as any to have one.

"We have reached the promised land," Aiden mused as he exhaled.

[Rick Ferguson]

"Guess so," Rick said, walking up.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Too many supposedly dead people though," Aiden said before holding out what remained of his pack to Rick, "You want one?"

[Rick Ferguson]

"No thanks. Apparently alcohol is destined to be my vice. That is odd, but I guess in a world like this, it's hard to stay connected and let someone know you're alive. Still."

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden nodded and returned the pack to a pocket.

"Well my fellow Accolyte seems to be fulfilling your destiny for you," Aiden said with some disdain, "There is just something about this place that feels wrong, puts me on edge."

[Rick Ferguson]

"More than this whole future does, eh?"

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Because sentinels and humans trying to kill us is not particularly surprising," Aiden said, "A virtual paradise existing in this time? Where we find those thought dead actually alive? That does not fit so well."

[Rick Ferguson]

"True. The Sentinels avoided Nina too, but we saw that place for what it was." He crossed his arms.

[Aiden Mitchell]

"Keep your eyes open," Aiden said, "It probably wont be as obvious as it was with that butcher."

"What I would not give to have a guitar right now or even a meal in the dining hall."

[Rick Ferguson]

"As much as I don't like hoe the world is back home, we have it pretty good. Compared to here, at least."

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden nodded.

"Most things are better than genocide being perpetrated against our kind," Aiden said, "I wonder if we will actually make it back to our time."