"Hi, Hera!"
"Hello, Hera!"
"I like what you've done with your hair, Hera."
"Thank you, Hera!"
Hera there, Hera here, Hera everywhere. Just a few moments ago, Hera was on the verge of being ripped apart by pink large balls of fluff, about to spend the rest of her life with Riley Ross in a universe dead. A life that is most likely for eternity.
In truth, in that last second where she started feeling her flesh being pulled from all sides by the sheer gravity of the cherbis, she had actually thought of life with Riley. And suffice it to say, she…
…imagined all sorts of stuff. Most are on the lines of… having to repopulate the dead universe with the two of them. And as soon as the images of little Hera-slash-Riley mixed breeds running around crossed her mind, she was suddenly here.
On a beach, with the setting sun calmly warming her tanned face. Sand, almost whiter than Riley's skin and as fine as powder.
"Where… the fuck are we?"
Ah, chaos.