The apartment on the Sprawl was dim, the blinds pulled halfway down, the light from the city outside bleeding in just enough to cast everything in a pale blue.

When you stepped inside, the first thing you noticed was the silence. No TV, no music.. just the sound of Isaac breathing in the other room.

He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, hair messier than you’d ever seen it. The standard issue hospital clothes still clung to him, though he’d stripped off the wristband and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

His eyes tired, bloodshot, they lifted to you when you entered, and for a second he looked like he wasn’t sure if you were real or just another trick of the Marker.

“…You came,” he muttered, his voice raw and thin, carrying both relief and disbelief. He tried to straighten, tried to be the same Isaac you remembered, but the effort was shaky.