Long Term Memory Sauce

mayonnaise on an escalator

Mel huffed. They were still covered in the soot and rubble from the explosion. If they had to guess, three days ago.

'Hey, what was that explosion all about anyways?' Mel blurted out.

'Weren't you there?' Simon responded.

'I don't remember anything about it.'

'Oh, yeah. Sorry.'

'It was a while back,' Simon recounted, 'Something to do with Dyna. There was a massive machine, that one over there—' Simon gestured to the frame, '—and nobody knows what it does. Nobody but her, at least. She's outside taking in the fresh air, best not to disturb her.'

It was necessary for them to fill their lungs with the air outside, rather than staying cooped up in the arcade with the dusty air-conditioner.

It seemed that Dyna especially needed to. She radiated an aura of grief. Dyna was constantly haunted by private sorrows, and the rest thought clearing her mind would be essential to Dyna.

Perhaps it should stay that way, Mel thought.