The lock is broken.
For once, the universe has decided to be nice enough to give them a favor. Maybe it is to even things out after life has unjustly sentenced him to death. Perhaps, this is fate, or destiny, or whatever they call it.
It can also just be a mere coincidence. It can be that he's only overthinking.
The wall whips open just as the metal door wails in harmony. Ercilia takes Meir's hands.
She holds them as though he'll disappear if she doesn't do it tightly enough.
His gaze is fixed on their intertwined fingers until a burst of light has made it tear itself away from them. He then tilts his head back up to find someone blocking their path.
"Long time no see, my dear niece."
"Ruxandra!"
