The hologram of Alyona stood next to her, leaning against a cane and squinting at the door. “Come in,” Romero called.
“Alyona,” he whispered. “Is it really you?” Alyona shifted nervously, pausing before replying. “I am here for my granddaughter,” she said stiffly. “It is time to let them go. I vill... I vill stay for zere freedom.” Romero couldn’t take his eyes off her, but nodded. “Yes, yes. Of course. Ferris, come here.” Ferris stepped forward obediently and Romero glanced at them. “You might not want to watch.” Alyona turned away, covering her ears.
Ferris’ cries were immediate, and pressing their hands to their ears wasn’t enough to block them out.
Ferris was on all fours, his head down and panting for breath. Romero looked rough too, looking back at Alyona, who was turning slowly. Ferris glanced up, squinting uncertainly. He looked exhausted, standing unsteadily. “...Fleur...?” “
Romero was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get out,” he said lowly. “Ferris, I think you understand what will happen if you ever end up in my town again.” Ferris gave a small salute, although he was still woozy. Alyona spoke. “I don’t want to be here,” she said, her voice trembling.
The door closed behind them and he looked over at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled blearily, leaning back. Alyssa was still conjuring, but she looked panicked. “We gotta run,” she whispered.
