At the underground facility, under Mr. Boudreau's private hospital, Alexander had walked over to Kary's room again. Although he was tired, he wanted to check in on her first.
Seeing her asleep on the hospital bed sent him down memory lane. Her facial expression was so neutral, it couldn't be called peaceful.
His brain flashed to images of two cold metal tables. Bodies with long white sheets, covering them aside from their faces.
His parents.
He had been called in to make sure it was them, and also to confirm their deaths. Back then, he had been so out of it that his body had moved on its own, barely nodding, not a tear coming out of his body.
His mind snapped back to reality as Kary breathed out a loud sigh, readjusting her position. Seeing her breathe and move, washed away the gloomy images lingering in his mind.
'My parents wouldn't want me to remember them like that.'
