“What’s the problem, my friend? You know, I really hope you come back to spend time with us. As friends, none of the previous animosity. I like you, Koven.”
“It’s coming. Here, put this on,” said Koven and he slapped the PPS suit onto Allor and jammed the insignia five times really quickly.
“Ouch. Tell me what’s going on.”
“He lied. He fucking lied.”
The cold wind on the balcony gusted for a moment.
“Who lied?” asked Allor.
“Trill. Look.” Koven pointed at the sky. Orange lights appeared in the sky. Tiny little dots at first.
“What is it?”
“Turn your suit on high,” he yelled.
The orange lights in the sky were getting larger.
“What is happening?” Allor demanded to know.
“Come over here,” said Koven, standing by the edge of the balcony.
“Tell me, Koven. I have a wife. She is with child.”
Koven pulled him closer to the edge. The air got colder and they could hear the rushing water far below.
“They are wiping everyone’s memory.”
“I’ve got to get Ova,” Allor pleaded.
“It will bleed through if there are two of you in there,” said Koven.
Then Koven fell on his side, and as he hit the sandstone floor he kicked out as he turned his PPS suit on high. The result was that Allor bounced violently inside of his PPS bubble several times then fell unconscious to the floor.
“They will come looking for you. I’m sorry,” Koven said as he rolled Allor off the balcony and he fell down to the river below.