Stanley quickly walked out to see the carrier landing. The wind whipped around, swaying his hair in all directions. He kept his eyes open and checked the carrier open a compartment at the bottom from where something was slowly lowered to the ground.
Time was running out. He needed to leave quickly.
He turned to go check on the old woman. He had realized that it was most likely her that had helped him previously. But when he came across her, he stopped. Had he really come across her?
The clothes were the same. The hair was the same. Even the face was more or less, the same.
But… how could this be the same person?
She looked a bit shorter and a lot younger. Stanley wouldn't be surprised if she was the same age as him, just 40 years old.
"Are you… really her?" Stanley asked. He didn't know if this was some other enemy that he might have missed.
