Rimer’s Downtime. Part 1

After the joys of combining the artefacts last session

Relief.

Sheer kriffing relief!

That evening Rimer drifted into a deep sleep, the most restful sleep in some time.

Visions of the mostly unintelligible text and images on the ancient plates retrieved from Dxun dissolved into images of his mother and father, happy, as he hoped to always remember them. Their presence shifted to the base’s mess hall, they were all chatting happily and tucking into bowls of casserole containing fish which, of course, Willie caught earlier that day. As Rimer’s eyes panned around the room he saw everyone else was there too. KD was teaching Willie how to avoid headbutts, Willie was trying to explain that humans could not simply retract their heads into their bodies like a turtle, yes - he was sure, and no - he didn’t want KD’s or Buxter’s assistance in trying again ‘in case he was doing it wrong’. Laughing to himself, Rimer’s gaze drifted over to Zarlo, talking with a woman he couldn’t make out, but she wasn’t a stranger… maybe one of the villagers from Darrastead? He wasn’t sure. Rimer just just soaked it all in; his old family and his new one joined. Rimer eventually awoke the following morning, feeling the most relaxed and refreshed since they had found that damn cube.