“That's my Captain! I knew we were kindred spirits!"
Sunny sighed and covered his face with a palm.
Jet, meanwhile, grinned.
“And guess what he said next?"
Sunny let out a groan.
‘I think this was a bad idea...'
Sadly, their time together came to an end soon. All of them were incredibly busy — especially on a day like today, when the Shadow Clan was on the move in the shadows of humanity to make sure that the celebration did not end in disaster. Quentin left first, and Kim and Luster soon followed. The latter was a bit drunk, but his Awakened physique was already sobering him up — in an hour or two, he would be back to his usual self.
Only Sunny and Jet were left in the booth, sitting across from each other at the table. Jet stretched and let out a satisfied sigh.
"This was nice. Honestly, I don't think I had sat down once in the past year — there was simply too much to do. So, this get together was my first break since the Dreamspawn."
Sunny nodded with a dim expression.
"Yeah. I have seven bodies, and even I feel a bit spent."
Jet studied him for a short while, a relaxed smile playing on the lips, and then asked:
“How much longer can you stay?"
She knew that remaining in the waking world was not easy for Sunny, so the question had more than one meaning.
He shrugged.
“A while longer. Why?"
Jet considered something for a bit, then emptied her glass and stood up.
"Come with me, then. I have a small surprise for you."
Sunny raised an eyebrow, but followed her without asking any questions.
They settled the bill, exited the restaurant, and walked toward Jet's PTV. Soon enough, the PTV was gliding along the streets of NQSC, traveling from one district to another.
Soon enough, the surroundings began to look familiar to Sunny.
"Wait. Isn't this the way..."
Jet took a turn, passed the tram tracks, and entered a secluded residential district — one where green lawns seemed to cascade down a series of terraces.
It was the terrace district where Sunny had lived once, next to Rain and her adoptive family.
A minute later, the PTV stopped in front of a familiar house. Jet climbed outside, and Sunny followed.
“Jet? What are we doing here?"
He studied the house for a while, then turned to him and smiled.
"Here."
Jet reached into the pocket of her uniform jacket and produced a set of keys. They glistened in the sunlight and then landed in Sunny's hand, who stared at them in confusion.
She let out a satisfied sigh.
"You are officially dead, so you can't really own a domicile. But it wasn't too difficult to pull some strings, assign you a fake identity, and register the house as yours."
Jet smiled.
“Happy Remembrance Day, I guess. This is your house once again, Sunny."
He gripped the keys in his hand.