Weeks passed and changed into months in a slow blur of sleeping under the stars, walking on the mountain with Larz, making love with him. Mostly, she was alone. Larz worked excruciatingly long hours. If she tried to care for the wounds on his back or tried to talk about it, he'd walk away from her.
She'd come across a design program in the TC and found she enjoyed designing any type of vehicle. Though hovercrafts were her favorite. Soon she had files full of ideas and designs.
Her hair continued to grow out black. Her skin was free of freckles and darker. She'd slimmed down and felt more at home in her body.
Though Larz was convinced she would die of hunger any day now.
Then one day she was eating breakfast and Larz came back early.
"Larz, what's wrong?"
Without a word, he grabbed her and ran with her to what looked like a big rock planted in the earth. He rounded that and she saw a big door, the same color as the mountain rock. "Please, Larz, tell me what's happening."