Of course she didn’t listen. She never did, likely never would. Crenia put little value in anything that she couldn’t hold herself - and the opinion of others was one of those things she couldn’t claim. She remembered being a child and being told what to do, what to think, who to be. Of having no options and no choices, and no voice. It took her years, but she was happy with where she was now, who she was now, ...

Her words weren’t really all that comforting, especially in someone who was already feeling somewhat stressed and more than a little tired. Mayer was decently used to being awake at this time of night, but it was usually planned or at least slightly expected. It wasn’t a sudden “expedition” to save a hair-brained experimentator from herself. ESPECIALLY when even she didn’t know what was going on. “Okay, but you must have ...

“Again, tell me - where are we going?” Mayer asked, a little put out that this was not the first time he’d asked, and it was unlikely to be the last. “What in the world was so important that you needed all of us” and here he gestured at himself, his brother, and his brother’s… girlfriend? “to come with you, in the ...