Berry let go of the enormous breath she had been holding in and visibly sagged with relief against the wall.

“Oh Vincent, am I glad to see you.” She grimaced, and massaged the tension out of her knees. “And even more so to see you unharmed.”

Berry was far too old for this much excitement. She’d take a day at the market over the bitter stench of Grit any day. The gleam of a metallic blade shone under Roy’s light, catching Berry’s attention; a spear that Berry supposed had been a decorative piece before Vincent got his paws on it.

Like a teacher, Berry clicked her tongue in a disapproval. “Suppose it can’t be helped; young men off to fight and all that.”

She brought up the map and methodically examined it for anymore dangers, noting how some of the previously empty spaces had been filled along the path she had taken fleeing from the grit that had chased her. A very marvellous invention indeed.

“Well, our search for the generator should be fairly straightforward.” She held up the map for the other two to see. “As you can see gentlemen, there appear to be no more Grit on the premises.”

Berry moved a bit closer to Vincent so that her map might provide him more like to see by.

“Is there anything in particular we should look out for? A code or something perhaps as to what your fathers plan entailed?” She couldn’t tell what the book was supposed to be about from over his shoulder. “In any case where is the generator? The sooner we have power here the sooner we can start sort out this mess!”