By the time Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson returned to the Base, it was evening. The scene was of sunset interweaving over the sea's horizon, not the heavy snowfall in the Capital City.
The sea breeze was gentle, the waves lapped softly.
Far from the hustle and bustle, there were winding peaks and densely layered trees presenting a scenery completely different from the north.
The land here was full of vigor.
In just a few days, the Base was almost as remembered. Before meal and rest time, soldiers clad in uniforms could be seen undergoing rigorous training in the open field. Their loud and passionate cries could be heard from a distance.
"Oh, you're back?"
As soon as they arrived at the cooking class, they met an attendant who had just finished feeding the pigs. The attendant cheerfully greeted Flossie - yet showing no signs of surprise.
