One week passed.
The Osborn clan returned to its rhythm with the particular speed of an organization that had built its routines around continuous operation regardless of what happened around it.
The arrays ran. The network's seven points filed their morning reports. Sai coordinated from the information building's first floor while the Dual Cultivation Array's warmth continued to fill the second floor on its rotating schedule.
John and Mary cultivated in the morning. Ronan, Sarah, Taylen, and Eissa worked through their foundation consolidation in the yard; the cracked ground from that night was already smoothed and re-packed before the first clan members had woken the next morning.
Nobody spoke about it.
