Powdery black smoke dusted onto the city. It was the remnants of the town that troubled Mischa. War-tattered
structures cast shadows in the twilight. Trying to avoid stepping onto fragments of glass, Mischa lumbered on attempting to locate her younger brother. During the blast, he had become lost which left Mischa alone and worried. It was something about his sharp wit that began to reassure her that although she had no physical way of proving it; one day they would reunite.