The gummi ship bay doors eased open. Kasturi walked down from the ramp and noted the change as his feet fall thumping on the steel to crunching on the cinder grass. He walked on across the scorched plains, towards a pile of rubble of sooty grey stones and broken charred wood.
This used to be the cottage where he had been a tenant. He paid monthly to the island's "accountant" of sorts. Now that he thought about it, he wonders where is she now? Did she made it out alive?
For the first time in many years, Kasturi sighed. He turned and sat down on a stone amongst the rubble of his old home, clasping his hand together his face tilt towards the ground as he closed his eyes tight.