As time passed, I heard only the clatter of the chains our captors held of us. On occasion my brother would hum. The frequency, though dull and far from powerful, could remind time that it still answered to someone. I know my brother A hoped it would keep the system from collapsing completely.
After we watched the forth nearby star die since our exile, a new sound could be heard. A high-pitched buzzing began, raised in pitch, and then ended with a crack. To my left, a starship appeared. Without struggle, our captors' grip on the chain released and my brother and I floated free. The starship approached, and the crew on deck drew us down and tethered us. I saw in the reflection of a window, our captors, dead and bloated. The ship started to buzz again, and stole us away.
