The next morning, Jeremiah squinted as sunlight seemed to stream in through the curtains of the glass doors. Obviously must have some magic to mimic the day-night cycle of the surface, he thought to himself. He looked down and saw Sara laying her head against his chest, nuzzled against him, curled up and seeming to be sleeping soundly. He felt his heart swell with such an intense feeling, looking at her like this.

“She’s so beautiful…” he said quietly, wanting to not ...