Ordinarily, Ruk would have picked this flimsy evasion apart with a series if incisive questions coupled with her signature unblinking stare. But today she had other things on her mind, like trying not to throw up again.

“Oh, groovy. So are you having a joint funeral, separate or what? My calendar is looking pretty full, you know.” She tried to laugh but ended up with a hacking cough.

“I don’t know, something about debriefing with a field team from the middle of nowhere.”

“That sounds….Yeah. Good luck” Light trailed off, distracted by a return notice served by his suit.

“I’m going to change, then we should get a move on. Lots to do, money to make.” He extricated himself from the lawn chair and sloshed up the ramp to his quarters to prepare.