The euphoria hadn’t left either of you - your hearts quietly whirred, your breaths were still ragged.

For the first time, Petria was behind you and Zoe. And Zoe…was tired. I mean, sleeping in the back of shady taxis and walking hundreds of miles does that. But despite the enticing lull of sleep, Zoe’s eyes wanted to stay wide open. Nice city lights, clean and welcoming streets - she’d dreamed about places like this, although the only time she’d seen a utopia such as this would be on Petria’s TV.

Propaganda, obviously.

“We made it…” Her tired and wispy voice croaks out, her hair starting to tickle your shoulder. She was beginning to droop.