“Thank you for doing this.” Ben smiled at Sheila as she carried the breakfast plates to the sink. The sight of her always made him smile - her long dark hair, the stylish way she dressed. When his memories returned, he’d be able to look back on what they had before the accident. For now, he was happy just to have his wife with him.
Dan Carver watched the countryside roll by through the APC’s reinforced glass. Nearly a decade since he’d finished serving, these hills were still a dried-out hell hole. The smoke trailing from the horizon was as likely the result of a terrorist attack as of an accident or industry.
“Did you make that short sell?” Tony asked, leaning over Emma’s desk.
Behind him, screens flashed up figures for the end of the trading day. The Dow was up on yesterday, as were most of the shares Emma had put funds into. This month’s bonus would buy her the trip to the Bahamas she’d been looking forward to.
Anna paused by the door of the derelict building. Pretending to watch something on her augmented reality glasses, she checked that no one was looking her way. Once it was all clear, she pushed a door open just enough for her to squeeze through.