After the fateful meeting, the attendant approached the door again, which then led us to the elevator and down to the first floor, which then she departed from us. I wasn't sure how to feel about Fulton coming to Iceland, but it was somewhere close to relief.
We approached the cafeteria, in which Brie went over to me and put her arm around me. "So, excited?" she asked.
"About what?" She chuckled as her eyes suddenly fixated on me. "Fulton, obviously, what else do you think?" she asked, which I could only shrug in response. She lifted her arm off of me, and sighed. "I feel like Fulton is the best way to fix all of this."
"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly piqued by the sudden statement. She responded, "Well, we can tell him all the unfortunate things that have happened to us, which maybe he could do something to fix it. I'm not sure, I'm just rambling."
