[ There's a distinct feeling of deja vu as she sights the length of red-scaled tail stretching out from the corner of the building that obscures the main lawn from this side of Falner. It's been roughly twenty-eight years, Cisco realizes, doing the math in her head as she walks up to Aidan, Netsach's founder dozing on the lawn in a manner much like the one he is doing now.
She stops right beside his closed eye, and waits. ]
January, 2040 : It's good to be home.
She stops right beside his closed eye, and waits. ]