D-039: Shuttle Hio (N-Space to Loyalists’ Rock), Sleeping Cabin

One voice on her shoulder, the angel, whispers, “All things considered, a determined life, played out on balance as you intended.  You should be pleased.  An anniversary worth celebrating.”

On the other side the daemon intones, “Perhaps there is a way to mend the past, maybe one could go back…somehow…  You are a grown-up now, all of ten… or almost.”

The identities of angel and daemon blur, coalesce, but then again, this is probably one of those occasional, rare, after-phantoms of Zoner! use…it will quickly pass, she’s sure.  Probably nothing…