"Good morning, Doctor."
Though distant Tobesk City welcomed early spring rain, Wednesday in Randall Valley greeted with a rare spell of good weather.
No snow, no earthquakes, and certainly no outbreaks of widespread infectious diseases; even the sulfurous gray fog that lingered all winter had vanished.
More than half a week had passed since the major earthquake, and the lives of Randall Valley citizens were gradually returning to normal. After all, everyone had to eat, everyone had to take care of their family. People didn't forget the deceased, but living people were more important.
Thus, on this sunny morning, in front of the Dawn Chapel in the northeast part of the city, on the west bank of the Elon River, Shard waved cheerfully at Dr. Schneider.
